Betsy & the McBrides Ch. 02

As they approached their destination, Kenny turned to her looking perplexed.

"Why up here?" Kenny asked. Betsy knew the question would come eventually; men talked about women being curious as if they never were. Yet another male myth about themselves!

"For some time I use to be brought up Half Bald Mountain by various guys, who excitedly worked a hand under my bra and some of them sweated themselves silly trying to get a finger into my slit. Then next stage was the real thing, so I have special memories for this peak. Did you know that it's one third bare rock and two thirds trees on its summit?"

"I'd heard it was two-thirds rock?"

"Perhaps, but who cares? We weren't up there looking at the rocks – we were in cars trying to look inconspicuous among the trees."

"So I've been invited here tonight to slip a hand under your bra?"

"Among other things," giggled Betsy.

"Your bed would have been much more comfortable."

"Yes, you big hunk – you almost broke my bed into firewood last night as well as waking up the neighbors with your grunting and obscene lapping noises."

"What about your screams?"

"What about them?"

"Crystal glasses were shattering three blocks away."

"Yes, we were rather agile and noisy, weren't we? You have a certain class as a fornicator."

"Class?"

"You are attentive, reasonably considerate, giving a girl - however wrong she is her assumption - that you're not just there for the hump."

Kenny grinned.

"My mother has told me she likes the way you talk and the interesting way you phrase things. I wonder if she'd heard you talking like this?"

"Not yet, she hasn't"

Kenny looked at Betsy and they both laughed, neither quite certain what they were laughing about.

As the powerful black car effortlessly climbed the winding road up the mountain, Betsy continued.

"I thought it would be nice to have some car action again after all these years since I last did in a vehicle other than a RV. You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I want."

"The other thing, Kenny, is from tonight I do not wish to be seen socially with you expect on normal business occasions until the Kennedys have been dealt with. If you wish to fuck me after tonight then we will have to meet far away from Milton Falls. Any arrangement will have to be made via encrypted email."

"Ah, you plan to attack by stealth. I can guess who has advised you about that. But that's your business. I can set up deep-encryption communication for you. You must not network it though. One to one links with everyone, all completely different passwords. Understand."

"Not really. You just set it up and train me. In electronic thingies I'm a good copyist."

They parked.

"An excellent spot, Kenny. Here or the back seat?"

Kenny grinned like a kid with a new toy.

"Watch this."

He unscrewed the gear lever between the seats and dropped it on to the floor.

"Reach down beside your seat on the right. Feel that set of buttons. Right, I'm deactivating the master lock – now push the left-hand rear button."

The power operated seat went back, giving more leg room. Betsy was told to hit the back right button and her seat lifted to be level with the height of the storage box and cup holders on the transmission hump between the seats. Kenny's seat had risen to similar height.

"The brochures call this seat realignment for more comfortable sleeping in case of being trapped on impassable roads, but all owners know what the facility really is for; it's been dubbed 'The babe rack.'

"I'm ready to have my right boob mauled, young man," said the impressed Betsy.

The hand began advancing so slowly. Betsy began getting anxious even though she knew he was doing a slow tease.

Unwilling to wait, her nipples rose proudly without being caressed. Betsy tried to settle her nerves by massaging her right breast, and it worked.

After an excruciating wait her bra was lifted and a wet mouth fell on to the centre of her breasts and the tongue slid over the nipple in a tiny tide of saliva.

Betsy juddered, and felt discharge spot her panties.

She was breathing heavily and at a loss how after all these years of being poked and prodded and penis whipped that a simple titty touch could get her off. For goodness sake, she was an experienced campaigner, almost thirty, not a sweet young think so innocent that she didn't know if fuck had one 'k' or two.

Mouth, cheeks and dribble were now in her cleavage and the licking was splotching one tit and then its companion. Betty had the irrational thought that being equipped with two tits was really great for this sort of activity. Her untouched pussy was now really dripping and she was hot-hot-hot.

Kenny was really good getting her aroused to this level as she'd already been fucked thoroughly not ten hours ago. But then it always had been said she was a real goer.

Ah, her turn. Kenny had unbuckled and unzipped and was pulling his pants and undies over his knees. She waited patiently, allowing him to pull her by the hair down on to it; she knew men had a power rush doing that.

The cock was dry but she soon changed that and was delighted with the musicality in the confined space of her noisy slurping. His hands grabbed hair over her ears and both little fingers were dancing around her ear lobe almost sending her crazy.

Betsy was now sucking the tip and winking the shaft and feeling the build up of heat from his lap. She could feel the shaft beginning to pulsate so thought she'd try to swallow the lot, allowing none to dribble away to waste. She understood some women – probably prostitutes or those wishing they were – could suck a man and take all that he fired into the mouth down into the gullet as clean as a whistle.

"Oh-oh, she'd been over-ruled. He was pulling away while pushing her head back; he wanted to squirt all over her; she should have known. Another triggering of the ego was needed by his lordship.

Good man, he'd not only shot it everywhere but came back and helped tongue it up, with this clean-up stopping periodically while they entwined tongues. This was absolutely disgusting! Oh yeah? She'd always thought this little piece of playful carry-on one of the best moments in sex action.

They had a little rest, talked a bit and rubbed hands over their bodies like real lovers do.

Then he got Betsy to roll over and pulled her back to him. She lifted her left leg high and he kindly braced it by grabbing it mid-calf. She then felt his cock entering her channel where nerve ends especially just inside the entrance were waiting to be wowed!

She loved this position because the angles were good and she didn't have to exhaust herself when contributing. It also allowed him to grab a big bunch of tit and play with it boisterously.

During sex – and before and after as well – Betsy loved having her tits played with, the more swollen they were the better.

The car seats were tilted so this was an exceptionally good position for sex on this occasion.

Whoops.

She began panting and the orgasms were coming in waves. But Betsy was waiting for the wet one that she'd only perfected the ability to produce as a gush in the past five or six years.

"I'm about to cum," she gasped.

"I'll try to shoot with you," he said, picking up the pace of thrusting.

But he came in a little late, but Betsy didn't really mind them missing hitting an emotional peak together. The main aim was having an orgasm or two or more. It was sad to think that some women could not orgasm simply by having a lively cock in their vagina.

"How was that love?"

"Fabulous, I owe you one."

My, what a different to the loutish cunt-bashing she was given just before lunch. This really was sex.

They cleaned up, got the car back into original layout and drove down the mountain.

"How do you figure on dealing severely with the Kennedy clan?" asked Kenny. "Mum and I would like to know."

PART 3 to Come.