The main character here appeared in the Stacy Lancaster story "Stacy's First Swing". In it, Betty was older and something of a recovering sex addict. This story is set perhaps fifteen years earlier when Betty was in her early prime.
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All three spilled out of the cab in front of the townhouse. The cabbie was pissed off, even after Betty flashed him her tits. What was his problem? It's not like either of the guys jizzed in the cab. They were only making out a little. And they were way awesome tits.
That reminded Betty. She leaned back into the rear of the cab, looking for her panties. Baz pulled out his wallet and started tossing bills in next to the driver while Mike was mesmerized by the way her ass looked in the tight, short skirt.
He started sliding a hand up under her dress. Betty giggled and wiggled her rear end. When he started lifting the hem, she didn't stop him. She hung her thong loosely on the top of her head and braced her hands on the seat. When Mike ground the front of his jeans against her naked ass, as she knew he would, she ground back on him.
The dumb cabbie screamed at them again and let the car jerk forward a couple inches. Betty jumped up, knocking Mike back to fall flat on his butt.
The cab tore off, acceleration closing the back door. Betty stood, naked ass to the wind, looking down dumbly at Mike. He looked a bit confused but was staring at her well-groomed beaver.
Baz slapped her ass. She turned to him, grinning. She grabbed his collar and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed; a sloppy, drunk kiss. Baz was tall. Skinny tall, like the rocker he claimed to be. But Betty was a big woman, nearly 6'2" in her fuck-me heels.
Baz's hand was on her ass, fingers beginning to brush her steaming clam. His touch made her suck hard on his tongue.
It took Mike three tries to get to his feet. When he did he just kind of stared at the other two. He was much shorter and a little thicker with a black buzz cut and several days worth of thin beard. "You're such a fucking slut."
Betty broke the kiss and looked at him, Baz's collar still held tightly. "Do you know any other kind of slut?" she asked. Releasing Baz, she started click-clacking up the walk in her heels. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist. The big, firm globes of her sculpted ass barely jiggled at all. "Well come on, boys. You can't wreck me up standing out here. Which of you said they wanted my ass first?" She jangled through her keys as she went.
It was sexy as hell and bad-ass at the same time. The effect was not at all marred by the red thong still draped over her big head of hair.
Betty opened the door. Her shoes clattered across the tiled vestibule and she flipped on the lights in the living room.
It was a nice place in a nice part of town. Not huge but comfortable and well furnished. She looked around as the guys came in, Baz closing the door. "Thank god for maids," she said, turning to them. "You wouldn't believe what a slob I am." She started to run her hands through her hair, preening before her admirers but she encountered her panties still atop her head. She held them in her hand a moment, looking at them in confusion. Then she laughed. "Ha! How long have those been there?"
The two young men just watched. In the cab, they both had gotten a good feel of the little strip of cloth as well as the hot bush and lips under it. They knew it was drenched in her girl-drool.
Betty pulled her long, wavy hear back into a messy ponytail and wound her thong around it to use as a scrunchy.
"This will be a lot funner if you take your pants off, guys." She said as she reached down to the bunched hem of her clinging pastel-lilac sheathe and pulled it up past her amazing tits and off her head.
Betty was a flawless goddess. Twenty-two and built for sex. Flared hips, neat bush, tanned all over. How she could have both that amazing round ass and a flat stomach was something only god or a good geneticist could answer.
And then there was her massive chest. Both guys just starred with their mouths open. Her crimson brazier held gallons of the most amazing tit flesh they could ever imagine.
She cupped her big udders and pouted. "Come on. You can't see my tits till I see you dicks."
Both men hastened to comply. Whatever awkwardness there might have been between them being exposed together simply didn't matter in the face of the goddess's command.
Betty appraised the results. Mike and Baz were far from her best catches. But it was a Wednesday. The pickings were always a little slim on Wednesdays but she hadn't felt the touch and adoration of a man for three whole days so she wasn't going to be picky.
Besides, there were two of them.
And also, they weren't the worst she'd ever pulled. Both were hard, of course. The little guy wasn't really so little. He looked to be a hefty 7 inches or more. Emphasis on hefty. She liked them thick like that.
Baz she was a bit disappointed in, to be honest. Both shorter and thinner than his mate. Hell, his best feature was probably his big, plush lips. They looked as kissable as her own.
"Nice," she said to them both appreciatively. She unsnapped her bra and shrugged out of it.
There is no word suitable to describe Betty's breasts other than perfect. First, they were fully mature but stood out firm and proud. They always well overfilled DD cup bras. The swell, the hang, the perfect tan. And those fantastic gumdrop nipples that stood out darkly even against the rich, sun-graced bronze of her skin.
Her breasts were probably the most important thing in her life. The intensity of the gaze of every man that looked at them made her feel powerful and needed.
In a rush now, she closed on the two hapless males and wrapped a hand behind each of their heads and pulled them down to her treasures. "This is what you want, right?" She asked breathlessly. Each began to lick, kiss and suck her proffered flesh. "You want me. You want my body. You're never going to forget the things we're about to do together."
Mike growled into her right breast and ran a hand swiftly up her long leg and into her dripping slit. He roughly ran the blade of his hand along her crease.
"Oh yes. Shit." Betty gasped. She clung to both their heads and squeezed her thighs around Mike's questing hand.
Mike fought free of her grip and stood straight, fingers still plundering her box. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled it down to his level. He bit her lower lip.
Betty moaned. Mike chuckled as Baz continued to drown himself in her tits. "On the floor slut. I'm going to rail you right now."
Betty was much bigger than he but she wasn't exactly struggling against his manhandling. She was on her back on the plush carpet within seconds. Mike got between her legs and pointed his fat cock at her gash. Betty reached out, took hold of his member and pulled him to her sex. "Shove it in now!"
Baz stood forgotten for a moment as Mike shoved himself into the slut.
