On Sunday, Elizabeth sat in the last but one pew at church. The minister was pouring his heart into the sermon, and she could think of nothing other than how Billy had licked her pussy on the Friday before they broke up. She finally made him realise the error of his ways, and he seemed so grateful for it.
She had been back at school for nearly a month, and her stress levels were fluctuating, being on the increase because of school and decreasing because of Billy. She was fortunate that her weekly fuck sessions with Billy O’Dowd were paying dividends, because the additional arguments at home were doing her head in.
With one hand under her skirt, she fiddled with her pussy. Gently stroking and prising her lips apart. Knickerless once again, she thought. She controlled her breathing and, with her eyes fixed straight ahead, she continued to pleasure herself. She didn’t notice anyone enter the church and sit quietly behind her until they tapped her on the shoulder.
Elizabeth jumped out of her skin and shrieked. The whole congregation turned to look at her. Even the minister stopped dead in his tracks with the sound of her voice resonating around the open forum. Every face turned and looked disgusted at her behaviour.
“Sorry,” she apologised, raising both hands in the air. Slowly, they all returned to the front with one of the minister’s eyes fixed on her for the duration of the service. She turned to look at Big Mac and Dark Dickie sitting behind her. She glanced between them, shook her head, turned to face the front, and with eyes wide open, started to wonder why they were there, in her church, surprising her like that. Fuck, they had even interrupted her masturbation session that was going so well. She absentmindedly sucked on her finger, which brought a smile to her face.
And yet, a feeling of dread came over her. This was not their part of town, not in the slightest. How had they found out that she would be here? Her eyes closed at the thought of the conversation that would have to follow. She waited patiently for the service to end so that she could face the music.
Everyone stood, and the hymns started. All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small – rang through the church. Big Mac was bellowing the words out behind her, while her quiet voice mumbled into the cold air, though she did notice that he substituted titties for creatures in his version. The singing stopped after a few verses with the words – Who has made all things well.
Her mind got stuck on the one line of the song – all things wise and wonderful – she felt the presence of her friends behind her, wondering whether they were thinking of her when they sang those words so ferociously.
Suddenly, everything went quiet. The shuffling of feet announced that people were leaving the pews. Many stares of disapproval were directed her way as they passed. She took them all in, owned them, before standing to leave herself. She turned to address Big Mac and Dark Dickie.
“You frightened the shit out of me,” she whispered.
“Yeah, fun, wasn’t it?” Big Mac replied.
“Like fuck, it was fun,” she scolded them. “What are you two doing here anyway?”
“We’ve come to see Betty,” Dark Dickie said.
“The same Betty that lives in Strathbungo,” added Big Mac. “And who attends church here. Posh church too. Got a nice height to it. Very non-claustrophobic,” he said, looking around at all the features and fixtures.
It felt like confession time all over again. The bookstore with Billy, and now this. It seemed as if it were impossible to have two separate lives.
“You’ve had a taste of rough, we want a taste of posh, and we plan to have it.”
Betty was torn. It was risky, very risky, but the danger was intoxicating. She decided there and then to go for it. After a quick call to her husband, she confirmed his whereabouts. He had been to Edinburgh to see his parents. Ever the dutiful son. Pity he wasn’t such a dutiful husband, unable to fulfil his wife’s sexual needs. Edinburgh is only forty-six miles away, and the M8 is straightforward. The journey should only be about an hour. Is that long enough? Then a thought occurred to her. Rangers are playing Hearts at Ibrox. Traffic will be heavier, so perhaps an extra fuck is possible.
Big Mac and Dickie followed her to her Mercedes. They were both surprised to see the posh silver car, and they glanced at each other. Big Mac pursed his lips in mock surprise.
“For fuck’s sake! You really are a posh burd posing as a slapper,” said Big Mac.
She ignored the comment and told them to follow her back to her place. Their transport was a bit less salubrious but amazingly not out of place. A white van with a 25 plate. Betty was relieved. It might not cause too much notice with her nosey neighbours.
Both vehicles turned into the driveway of the elegant detached house. Big Mac and Dark Dickie whistled and stared at her as she fumbled for her keys and disengaged the alarm that her husband insisted they install.
For a moment, Betty realised she could be in danger from those two. There were a lot of valuables in the house, not that they mattered to her, but theft and harm were possibilities.
Her face must have shown her fear. Gruffly Big Mac leaned forward and stroked her cheek.
“The only thing of value in this house that we want is you. We will have your pretty ass and then leave you in posh splendour,” he told her.
Betty bit her lip as they entered the lounge and spotted the wedding picture, then Big Mac lifted her left hand, which sported a wedding band with a huge diamond.
Another whistle. “Married? You forgot to mention that too, Betty or is it Elizabeth here?”
Betty floundered as the truth emerged from the lies she had scattered about. The more they looked around at her real world, the more her lies stood out. With her world shifting like grains of sand, she could no longer control the person she was or was about to become. Leaving them in her lounge, she entered the kitchen to make coffee. Always the perfect hostess. At least it gave her time to think, and she needed to think straight.
Dark Dickie and Big Mac proceeded to explore their posh surroundings. On reaching the bedroom, the fuck room that is no longer used for fucking, they open the bedside drawers to find Betty’s stash of toys and erotic lingerie. They said nothing, but wasted no time shedding their own clothes before heading down to the kitchen.
At the sight of them entering the kitchen, Betty nearly dropped the cups, spilling coffee on the floor, but she caught them in time to prevent breakage. There is no mistaking what is going to happen, as she could see that their cocks were ready for action. They ordered Betty to strip. Her normal church attire was always slim on the ground, and it didn’t take her long to reach the same state of undress as the men. They threw her some stockings, a suspender belt and heels that they brought from the bedroom and told her to put them on. By the time she has dressed to please, every nerve in her body was tingling and screaming for some rough treatment.
Big Mac pointed to the floor and told her to kneel on all fours. Her heart was beating faster than a speeding bullet, and there it is, in an instant, her submissiveness kicked in. Was this a new role for her? A submissive? Yet she didn’t question her actions in the slightest. She knelt with her legs apart, straightened her back and shoulders, and looked proud to be in the position, taking the anticipatory stares from both men. Betty looked magnificent, her large breasts swaying and her full bottom ready for action. It was begging for a spanking. Will there be enough time?
As they approached her, she reached out to take a cock in each hand. One black, one white, both hard as fuck and both big.
She sucked them, alternating the black with the white while providing each with enough time to keep it stiff. Her enthusiasm and cock-sucking skills took over, and her pussy leaked on the shiny floor. Her body swayed from one cock to another, and with their balls, heavy and full, she took her time to delve below and suck them into her mouth. It was such a wonderful way to spend Sunday in her normally sexless home.
“We’re full up, hen,” said Big Mac, “haven’t seen you in ages.”
Both men simultaneously moved apart, their dicks swinging wildly as they walked, leaving Betty’s hands and mouth with nothing to do but feel redundant. Saying nothing, they moved to the bedroom, Big Mac’s finger indicated for her to follow, and he lay down on the huge bed and grinned. He crooked his finger at her and watched as she approached.
“Over here, hen, now! You’ve been neglecting us, and we’ve missed you a lot.”
Betty felt guilty, as if she would neglect her Titwood friends. She had obviously been spending too much time on teenage sex at school, which was true, but her body was tingling at the thought of them fucking her.
She started to shiver, not from the cold, but from the sheer excitement that she felt as she crawled onto the bed, took BigMac’s cock in her hand and started to suck on it. She knew her ass felt vulnerable, pointing upwards over the edge of the bed, and yet she waited for a touch, a smack, a cock, anything to prove to her what a slut she was. She heard Dark Dickie move behind her. A grin appeared on her face, full to the brim with white cock.
She sank on Big Mac’s dick as the black meat forced its way into her wet and waiting pussy. It felt like heaven, causing Betty’s and Elizabeth’s heaven to collide in uncertain abandon. She felt her orgasm overtake her. She sank her mouth down onto Big Mac’s cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth as she pushed her ass backwards against Dark Dickie’s intruding cock.
The feeling of fullness makes her feel whole. With more effort from Dark Dickie, Betty is reduced to tossing off the cock in front of her as she gasped and rocked her body. The build-up was intense, and all she could think of was the pleasure she felt. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she shivered with her first climax.
With the big cock being removed from her pussy she once more resorted to sucking Big Mac’s dick with renewed enthusiasm. She followed Big Mac up the bed as he scambled towards the headboard. The smile on his face played games with her mind. When he came to a halt, she crawled over his legs and straddled him. She wanted it, wanted his dick in her pussy, wanted to ride him until he, too, brought her off.
She started at some pace, her ass pushing back over his length, feeling his whole cock caress her insides. Grabbing the headboard, she started to pound her pussy onto him. The action calmed by the handful of hair that was twisted in Dark Dickie’s hand and which pulled her towards him, forcing her to arch her back.
And then her eyes popped, as she let out a loud gasp.
“That’s it, hen,” said Big Mac, “take it all in.”
She felt her ass stretch. Big Mac fucked his hips upwards, pushing his cock further inside her pussy. She squealed momentarily and gasped when Dark Dickie’s cock eased past her sphincter. He’s inside. They both were.
The grimace on her face was not one of pain or unease. It’s not trepidation or anything to do with being scared. It was sheer delight.
“I found the baby oil in your bathroom, easier that way,” said Dark Dickie.
Betty had to agree with him; in one firm push, he was firmly inside her ass, and with both cocks deep inside her body, Betty could only wait for the sexual onslaught to take effect.
She felt full, and more to the point, delicately balanced between the two men. Every movement of her body caused her pleasure, and that was without them moving an inch as they settled themselves. Dark Dickie’s hands came upon her full and voluptuous breasts, and he scolded Big Mac for not sucking on them.
Betty whimpered. Nipples were pulled hard, tit flesh was squeezed and sucked, her ass cheek was spanked hard, and the two cocks found a rhythm that she couldn’t deny was making her body feel very much alive. If only her husband could see her now, see what she craved and how she loved to be taken. If only he could understand what it was like to be fucked, and by two men at that.
Betty’s holes felt the full force of their lengthy cocks. She could feel a mind-blowing orgasm on the verge of ripping through her; she could feel herself leak like a faucet; her marital bed already soaked with her juices and no doubt theirs too when it would be time for them to pull out of her.
Betty climaxed hard, and once her body was in the throes of orgasm, she had nowhere to twist and turn. They kept her exactly where they wanted her, with both dicks pounding into her in turn. She knew full well what would happen; she had experienced double penetration before, and she knew exactly how her body reacted then.
It didn’t disappoint her this time either.
With two cocks filling her holes, scraping past the sensitive skin, and pleasuring every nerve cell in that part of her body, she went from one orgasm to another in quick succession. Her hands flailed to the side and were gathered by Dark Dickie before they hurt anyone. He pulled them backwards, straightening her body and causing Big Mac’s cock to delve deeper into her.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, me,” Betty cried.
She was a whimpering mess when both of them decided that they couldn’t hold back any longer. Betty was on the verge of passing out from the number of orgasms. Her body was like that of a rag doll when she felt them spurt inside her. Both cocks poured their cream into her holes.
It was Dark Dickie that pulled out first, allowing Betty more room to manoeuvre. She shook her head, rested her arms on Big Mac’s shoulders and let her sweat drip from her head onto his.
The only sound that could be heard came from their panting bodies.
“That was some show you put on there, Betty,” said Big Mac. “I’ve never seen anyone cum as much as you did.”
Betty smiled, nodded, but couldn’t bring herself to speak.
“What’s the time?” she said, suddenly aware of the impending circumstances.
Dark Dickie looked at his watch and informed Betty of the impending disaster awaiting them.
“Fuuuuck,” she says, “My husband will be home soon.”
For the next ten minutes, the bedroom scene was full of scrambling bodies, rescuing discarded clothes, dressing, and placing all necessary items where they belonged.
“Strip the bed for me, please,” Betty requested.
Her body acted like a whirlwind as she whizzed from one room to another. Everything crossed her mind at once: wash the cups and put them away, make sure the lounge is clean, all men’s clothes gone, the bottle of baby oil back in the bathroom, sheets removed and replaced, dirty sheets in the washing machine, open the windows to let air in.
She eventually let out a sigh of relief.
All three of them were outside the house when Elizabeth’s husband pulled up outside. The look on his face suggested it had been a trying journey.
Elizabeth was quick off the mark, “So, how long do you think that will take?” She said.
Her husband caught bits of conversation about filling in a couple of holes to level them off, landscaping the gardens, and sighs at the expense of it all. It’s another bee in Elizabeth’s bonnet.
“Can’t do it before October,” said Big Mac.
Her husband quickly pipes up and shouts, “Not this side of Christmas, please.”
“It's only September,” Elizabeth sighs.
Out of sight of her husband, Big Mac looks down Elizabeth's cleavage, and she catches him looking. Shaking her head and turning away from her husband, she smiles.
“Thanks for coming around and taking a look,” she said, “I know it’s a big job, and I appreciate your time and the effort,” she said, playfully shaking her shoulders.
“The effort was no problem, Ma’am,” Dark Dickie said, “As you can see, we’re both flexible and can fill even the biggest of holes without too much trouble.”
Betty coughed; she parked her retort, but noted that she would have to get him back for that last comment.
With both men on their way to the rougher side of town, Elizabeth turned and walked indoors, convinced that the bed would not be rocking anytime soon. And yet, she could feel their eyes on her backside as she retreated.
At the last minute she turned and smiled at the receding van, thoughts of that gorgeous fucking they gave her moments earlier flooded her senses, followed by thoughts of how she vowed to repeat it. They were her true friends after all.
