Betty wanted dick. No, Betty needed dick. For as long as she could remember, that insatiable hunger gnawed at her from the insides like some crazed beast hammering against its cage. A feeling that welled in the pit of her stomach, a tingling in her cunt. Try as she might to contain or control it, her attempts were futile as it continued to grow. As she paced her bedroom, the blinds opened just a tad so she could see into Helen's backyard as the poolboy serviced the pool, the urge was blossoming like a wildflower.
She had fucked that poolboy once. What was his name, Hector? Hugo? It didn't matter now. On that hot day in late July, she stood at her window with the blinds completely drawn up. She used her tiny makeup mirror to cast a reflection into his eyes and when he looked up, boy did he get a good look. Betty stood there completely topless, showcasing her new pair of tits from a few months back. Having been pumped full of silicon, the doctor had done a tremendous job at giving her the chest she'd always dreamt of. No more sag, no more drag; just the perfect mounds of flesh waiting to be squeezed.
She had caressed her chest as he watched dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open. He didn't even realize that he had dropped the net into the pool with a small splash. She traced down her stomach and below her yellow panties where she rubbed her moist snatch, blowing kisses at the young man who was currently under her spell. The poolboy quickly finished his duties while Betty fingered herself like mad, and quickly tossed his supplies in his work van. Not bothering to move it, he sprinted to Betty's house where she answered the door- still topless- and yanked him inside.
He fucked her on the couch and on the stairs, frantically humping and grabbing at her all the while. He couldn't have been older than nineteen and his cock was barely above average, but the lust he cast upon her as they fucked bareback was enough to quell her desires- at least for a short while. They had finished their wild romp in her bedroom where he gave her a pretty decent creampie, blowing his load into her eager pussy. Lucky for the both of them, she couldn't get pregnant as she had her tubes tied a few years back. He clumsily got dressed and left.
That had been last month and he had been back to service Helen's pool every week since then. She debated, on several occasions, getting his attention and doing it all over again, but decided against it. Helen already hated Betty and she didn't want to give her any other ammo. Helen had a suspicion that Betty had fucked her husband but didn't have any proof other than a gut feeling, and what exactly could you do with that? It was true, Betty in fact had fucked Helen's husband Greg, more than once, but it was never very good and always left her unsatisfied. Greg was the type of man who fucked to get off, and not much else. After he had blown his loads; first on her back, then inside her pussy, he quickly rushed back home for fear of being caught.
There had been a time when Betty was concerned with these sexual drives and desires that seemed to plague her mind. The constant wish to be pleasured. But as time progressed, she accepted it as just another part of her- even if it did drive her actions more than it used to. She was only thirty five, smack dab in the middle of her prime where she thoroughly enjoyed sex.
It didn't even bother Betty as the rumors on her street reached her own ears. "Betty the nymphomaniac" or "Bimbo Betty". Sure, she kept a lot of male company- she even kept the company of a woman a time or two- but it wasn't their business. Except for those whose husbands she fucked, she guessed it was their business. But as far as she knew, they were unaware of the infidelity taking place.
Betty was a nymphomaniac and wore that title proudly. After researching it, she discovered nymphomaniac wasn't quite the term used anymore, being replaced by the more medically accurate hypersexuality disorder. Betty hated it. It wasn't a disorder, at least not in her eyes. It was a calling; an opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life while so many others merely dabbled in them.
Yet as Betty desperately tried to squash the yearning inside, watching the young man drag fallen leaves and other debris from the clear blue water, it was clear she needed release. And the poolboy was easy prey. She rushed into her bathroom, her sundress flowing behind her, and grabbed her little makeup mirror from the vanity. She did a quick self-inspection in the mirror. Her golden hair was pulled up into twin pigtails that bounced as she gently tilted her head. She wore her favorite lipstick, a dark red that stained all of her cups and glasses when she took a sip, and her mascara was on point. Her dark blue eyes stared back at her and she gave a playful wink while puckering her lips. Betty was downright gorgeous. It was no wonder the men of the neighborhood were so quick to jump her bones at the first chance.
Her white sundress was accented with sunflowers and hung at mid-thigh, exposing her perfectly tanned legs. She wore yellow high heels which clacked on the checkered tile of her bathroom floor. She pushed her breasts up, tugging the dress down a tad to reveal more cleavage. God, her tits were flawless, especially if you asked John who said just that as she titty fucked him until he blew his warm load across her chest. John was married to Ruth and they lived in the neighborhood just to the south- yet another married man she had under her thumb- or in her cunt. It sometimes felt like she collected them, like flies in a jar.
She was more than satisfied with her looks and knew that Hank- or whatever the fucking poolboy's name was- would appreciate them too. With her mirror in hand, she strode to her bedroom window. Her g-string nestled enticingly between her ass and moistening pussy as she walked. Before long she would have some semi-decent cock to take away the edge and pondered where he would spurt his spunk this time around. Her ass, her face... oh the possibilities!
The window gave a partial view into Helen's backyard, showcasing her pool, along with her little rock garden where Helen liked to sit and read, but the bulk of the yard was hidden from view. Currently, it didn't appear that Helen was home, which was perfect. The poolboy, this time not wearing a shirt, was scraping some gunk from the tiled wall of the pool, sunscreen glistening on his darker skin. Just seeing him made her weak at the knees. She drew the blinds up with the pull of a string and got her mirror ready. Movement from the corner of her eyes distracted her and she looked the other direction, over the fence and into the front yard of Helen's home.
Betty lived on Conroy Street, a very nice neighborhood where money was in no short supply. Her house was nestled right in the middle of the curved road which she considered prime real estate. As she looked from her second-story bedroom window, two young men were approaching Helen's house, padding along the sidewalk. Men dressed in white button-ups and nice slacks, with little name tags pinned to their chests, although they were too far away to read. They walked up the driveway and out of view.
Instantaneously, the poolboy was forgotten, cast away from her mind which quickly hungered for something new. She tossed her little mirror onto her bed, no time to put that shit away! With quick calculated movements, Betty fled her room and down the stairs to her entryway, which was immaculately clean. Her heels clicked chaotically across the tile as she rounded the corner into the kitchen, where she threw open the fridge and grabbed the pitcher of homemade lemonade that she had freshly squeezed the evening prior. She fetched two glasses from her cupboard next to the microwave and carried them into the living room next to her entryway. She set them up on the coffee table in the middle of her very expensive sofas and fluffed up her decorative pillows.
Her arousal was barely contained as she frantically prepped the room for visitors. She couldn't help but notice small whimpers escape her throat as she pondered the possibilities. She had a challenge ahead of her, something she had never thought she'd experience. And she'd be damned if she fucked it up! Any minute now, her doorbell would ring and the two young men would ask if they could borrow a minute of her time. To which she would reply, "Absolutely you can!"
She startled herself when her voice broke the silence of the room. She didn't know why she spoke aloud, but it didn't matter, she was in a hurry. Any second now the men would leave Helen's house when no answer came, and would walk up Betty's driveway, hot and thirsty. It was going to be fucking amazing.
She walked into the entryway, where she waited patiently with her hands clasped in front of her. She allowed herself just a small touch, applying pressure on her crotch and shuddering at her sensitivity. Fuck, she felt like she could orgasm simply from the anticipation. Betty the nymphomaniac.
"No, no," she whispered.
From the window set in the middle of her massive front door, she watched as the men gave her house a brief glance before continuing along the sidewalk. She rushed to the door and unlocked it, pulling it open to a blast of hot summer air.
"Excuse me, gentlemen!" She shouted, waving her hand over her head. "Hang on a second!"
They stopped in their tracks and watched as she exited her home.
"Hi, sorry for startling you! My name is Betty and I was wondering if you'd like some fresh lemonade? It's mighty hot outside."
The young men looked at each other as if unsure how to respond. The taller of the two, a handsome guy with brown hair and glasses was the one to answer.
"Hey there, Betty. My companion and I didn't realize you'd be interested and you weren't on our route." He said, pointing to the other young man who had blonde hair and braces.
"Nonsense, please come in and escape the heat for a while, it's the least I could do!" Betty replied with a beckoning gesture.
The two men looked at each other and said something among themselves, but Betty couldn't make it out. She stood patiently in the sunlight, anticipation welling inside of her and threatening to run down her inner thighs. She gave them a big smile as they looked back at her, subtly pushing out her chest.
