Dr. Klow - Dr. Klow's Gallery Of Women - Bette

Again Derek moved closer to feast his eyes on the sight of the beautiful woman greedily sucking one lush young breast while she fondled the other, hardening an already aroused nipple, preparing it for its turn in her mouth.

Janet's very brief panties had gathered in the crack of her behind and as she bent over the writhing girl, her almost naked bottom was beautifully displayed to the man. Derek felt an almost overpowering urge to tear the nylon away and bury his face between the smooth, arched rounds, but again he forced himself to resist the temptation.

As she raised her face from a well sucked breast and moved down on the couch, Janet's breasts swayed enticingly, then she was peeling Bette's panties doen, panting with desire as she bared the little triangle of curly hair that crowned her hotly waiting vulva.

While she stripped the panties down Bette's legs, her eyes never left the coppery red triangle and Derek could understand that, since he had grazed there on his way to sucking in her crotch as the lesbian was about to do.

As the panties moved over her feet, Bette threw her legs wide apart.

"Yes… yes… yes," she panted as her naked behind bounced on the couch. "Do it… do it to me… I want it."

What she wanted was obvious as her hand rubbed hotly on her beautifully presented pink pussy. Janet tossed the discarded panties high in the air and as they arced toward him, Derek caught the garment and held it in his fist. He felt the warmth of the young body in the panties, then he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, but he found no fragrance of the girl except what was in his memory.

On the couch, Janet had spread Bette's willing legs wide, bent back over her body. Before the lesbian's wet eyes was a banquet for the queen of Lesbos. It was all there in silken skin, firm young flesh, all the curves and rounds and valleys, the neat pink vulva below the coppery crown and, farther down, another little pink entrance between the alabaster white buttocks.

As he watched, Derek knew that Janet wouldn't suck the girl's anus as he had done. At most she would perhaps finger it to make Bette squirm some more, but she would do a lot of sucking of the tender pink fruit in Bette's warm, wide open crotch.

Completing her visual inventory, Janet licked her lips, brought her face with maddening slowness into the girl's hot crotch, inhaled deeply, wrapped her arms around the hips of the girl, then her parted lips touched the tender crotch lips and she began to suck.

Bette began to groan as though in agony, but Derek had heard those groans before and recognized the sounds of wild ecstasy. Just in time, he took the hand off his penis and managed to avoid ejaculating, but he knew it couldn't be delayed much longer.

He listened to the sounds of greedy sucking mingled with Betty's groans and low cries, then there was a change in the sounds and as he crouched to peer around Bette's right buttock, he trembled at the sight of Janet's pink tongue licking slowly up and down the very wet slit and then watched as it tickled the hotly sensitized clit of the panting, writhing young woman who was obviously in a state of rapture.

And then, after just a little licking, Bette caught her breath, gasped, then shrieked as the tongue of the lovely lesbian triggered a magnificent orgasm.

Her cries filled the air, reverberated through the room, and her lovely body jerked strongly as her partner stopped licking the tingling clit and continued to hold Bette, strongly, warmly, her open mouth still pressed over the center of the erotic earthquake.

And then, just seconds after the last spasm, the newly initiated lesbian turned and tore at Janet's little panties, stripping them down so that, except for garter belt and nylons, Janet was naked.

Her big thighs parted, Bette emitted a squeal of delight as she stared at the tempting looking vulva, then it was her face that was buried, nestled warmly in woman crotch and she began to suck, obviously delighted with her first taste of vaginal juice, at the feel of having her face lost between the big, smooth, firm thighs of a highly aroused woman.

For a little while, Janet appeared to be more than content with the lapping, but then she required more and while Bette continued to suck from the warm, pink font, Janet pulled the girl around so that she could get her face into the hot young crotch for another sucking.

Bette surrendered her body joyfully and then they were locked in a writhing, end to end embrace, each sucking and licking in the crotch of the other, their naked bodies shining with the sweat of lovely lust, writhing hotly together on their tandem trip beyond the farthest reaches of heaven.

Panting loudly in his role of voyeur, Derek stared hotly as Janet's body began to jerk in orgasm, her loud cries muffled in Bette's crotch, then it was the turn of the younger woman.

As though the first cry of Bette's climax was a signal, Derek stood and began jerking strongly on his throbbing tool. In a matter of seconds, he felt it throbbing and swelling, he brought the panties around to cover the head, then he was pumping his charge into the warm nest of nylon.

Even after he was drained, he gave a few more tugs to force the final drops of semen into the puddle in the girl's panties, then he sighed, put the soaked nylon down on the carpet beside the couch, smiled at the lovely, resting nudes, put his tool away and zipped his fly closed.

Telling himself it was time for the women to be alone, to share their intimate conversation in the aftermath of lesbian lust, Derek went outside.

As he walked away from the apartment building, the man wasn't sure where he was going, but before long he found out. Despite the strong ejaculation, his penis was stirring faintly, letting him know that it wasn't finished, that it would require more.

Impulsively he made a decision. Cruising wasn't normally his thing. He had more than enough friends of various sexual tastes, but this time the mood called for a stranger in strange circumstances.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the darkened skin movie house. Allowing time for his eyes to adjust to the near total darkness, he selected a seat in the back row, leaving one vacant seat between himself and the older man who sat with a jacket across his lap.

Reminiscent of what he had left behind in the apartment, two women were very busy on the screen. One of them, an older, plump matron, was fingering herself while lapping the younger, quite attractive woman. The scene was very realistic, Derek thought, then he again became aware of the older man to his left.

The man was panting loudly and the jacket kept moving, indicating that he was playing with himself. Derek felt his penis rise in very strong erection. Turning toward the man, he unzipped his fly and took the bone out, waving it at him.

The older man paused for just a moment, then a hand came out from under the jacket and as Derek moved closer, the hand wrapped around Derek's erection, squeezing what was so obviously ready for action.

"Help yourself," Derek said in a whisper and put a hand on the back of the man's neck.

He applied just a light pressure, the man looked around, saw that they were not being observed, then he bent over, moaning softly as he wrapped his mouth around the head of Derek's tool.

"Just what I needed," Derek told himself as the man's mouth worked up and down on his stiff tool, "a nice blow job in a movie house. Ah, that's nice. Keep on sucking and I'll give you plenty of semen to drink."

While he watched the continuation of the lesbian scene on the screen, Derek delighted in the blow job the man was giving him. When ejaculation was ready to happen, Derek held it back a little, put a hand on the man's neck again, then he began shooting semen into the wetly sucking mouth, holding his partner firmly by the back of the neck.