Betty gets a present

For her 40th birthday, I gave Betty a belated present: A shiny, black hand-poured silicone buttplug, tapered in shape, with a generous bell end at the bottom, just above the recess.

It was destined to fit snugly into her tight, pink anus.

(I wish I could say this was how she earned back her necklace, but that's a different story.)

We had planned to go out, and I dropped by her place to pick her up. She mixed us some drinks and opened the present, sitting on the sofa. Somehow the black, shiny plug looked even more obscene (and larger) placed upright on the glass-topped table, with a pink ribbon tied in a bow around the base, and a small, black bottle of lube fastened to it.

Betty leaned back, smiling, and sipped her drink, eyeing her new toy. I could see she was pleased, and slightly uneasy.

"Fuck..." she murmured, taking a delicate sip, "I think I'm getting wet."

"Really?" I said. "Get up and show me. Show me how wet your pussy is."

Betty stood up directly in front of me, and slowly pulled her tight black skirt up to her hips. She was wearing tan hold-up stockings that accentuated the round fullness of her thighs, the swell of her cunt covered by a flimsy slip of satiny pink fabric.

I leaned forward, taking in her scent. "Show me," I repeated.

Betty reached under her skirt, turned around and bent over - pulling her knickers down and offering me an enticing view of the lips of her pussy, just a sliver of pink peeking out from between her buttocks.

"Stay like that, absolutely still."

She stopped, bent over. I put my hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart, exposing her fleshy softness to my view. "Mmm, beautiful," I whispered, and slid my thumb down the crack of her ass, right in between the folds of her pussy.

"You are so wet!" I purred. "Lean forward over the table."

She gripped the edge of the table, and spread her legs a little in anticipation.

"You know what I'm going to do with this wet pussy of yours?" I asked, digging in my pocket for a condom.

"Nah..." she groaned.

"Just wait... and I'll show you..."

I slid in, and began to fuck her from behind, with long, slow strokes. Right in front of her on the table the plug and lube stood waiting, still tied with a pink bow. Her skirt was now bunched up around her waist, and I held on to it, ramming into her.

"Look at that plug, isn't it lovely? Soon, you'll have it in your ass - all the way. You like that?"

Betty loves a bit of dirty talk, so I told her in graphic terms what I was planning to do with that toy, how I was going to lube it up, slide it in, and play with it while I fucked her pussy.

At some point, she interrupted: "Please..."

"What?"

"Please give it to me... put it in."

I told her to bend over the back of the sofa while I undid the pink ribbon around the plug (having already washed it before gift-wrapping at home). Lube and toy in hand I took up position again behind Betty, now comfortably leaning over with her hands on the cushions.

I smeared some lube on the puckered opening of her ass, and buried my cock again in the wet depths of her pussy. Betty pressed back against me, driving herself onto my hard shaft, and I slid my thumb experimentally into the lubricated tightness. She let out a deep groan.

"Fuck..." she muttered, and I pulled my thumb out to reach for the plug. Teasing her, I slid it down the slippery crack of her ass, down to the waiting anus, and began to massage her with it, gently. With one hand on her hip, I kept her still, just the tip of my cock still inside her, and pressed the tapered smoothness of the buttplug against the resisting muscle.

"Open up," I purred. "Show me how you take it in your ass."

Betty flexed and spread her legs as wide as she could, pushing against me while I screwed and twisted the plug, inserting it slowly into her ass, until almost at the widest point at the base of the plug...

"Fuck, it's big," Betty groaned, "fuck, fuck..."

I shoved it all the way in, and the ring of her anus closed gratefully around the base of the plug. I could feel its smooth bulge through the wall of her pussy, stretching inwards and outwards against the hardness of my cock.

With two hands on her hips, grabbing her, I began to fuck her again, harder this time, shoving my cock into her. Betty lost whatever vestige of restraint she had managed to retain. She pushed against me, letting out short, sharp screams every time my cock went all the way in, groin slamming pleasurably against the toy shoved up her butt. When she came, her pussy clenched around my cock and she shoved her face into the sofa cushions, letting out a full throated scream barely muffled.

I pulled out - she always got very sensitive after coming.

"Uhh..." she mumbled and straigtened up. "Fuck..." she turned around. "Can I suck your cock?"

She led me around to the front of the sofa, and I sat down, legs spread. She still had the black plug sticking out of her bottom, and I could see it peeking out when she knelt down in between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. I remember feeling almost like I didn't want to come just yet, even with Betty's tongue playing up and down my shaft. She wanted me to come, and I wanted to make it last, enjoy the sight of her like this. I resisted to the last drop, even while her hungry mouth was swallowing.

The second time, much later that same evening, I would come in her ass.