Betty turned over and got up on her knees. She placed one pillow at the head of her king-sized bed and took the other and pulled it down beside her. Then she rocked back down, her butt going almost to her heels, and one of the golf balls shot down to the bed. Betty smiled as she turned over, picked up the ball and pulled the pillow under her hips. Raising her legs again she pushed the little white sphere back into her soggy cunt.
Now let’s see, she thought. We were living in Midville. That had to be over ten years ago. Yes, it was just before we moved here. That would make it eleven years ago. She was pressing down on her abdomen, forcing a ball out of her cunt only to catch it and push it back up into her twat.
It was outside. I remember that. William had taken the kids to a show and I was outside and…
How did it happen? Let’s see. The next thing I remember they were naked and I was naked and we were in the garage. Oh, shit! Why can’t I remember? Let me see. I’ll go on to what I can remember and maybe it’ll come to me.
She pulled her legs up and pressed down hard, forcing all four balls out. She got up, went to the closet and found her vaginal syringe. In the bathroom she wet the plastic pipe. Then she bent over and worked the syringe slowly into her asshole. When it was in all the way to the rubber bulb she straightened up and went back to the bed, lay down and pulled her legs up. She pushed the four golf balls back into her cunt and started fucking herself in the ass with the plastic pipe of the syringe.
My, this thing is smooth, just like a cock, she thought. But they didn’t fuck me like this. I’d never had a cock in my ass until today. Now let’s see, we were in the garage. I was lying on my back on an old beach blanket and the one with red hair was on me. I remember his cock. It was smooth, no veins, no ridges, just long and smooth and hard. I had to show him how to move in and out without letting it slip out. God, he let it slip out several times and it went up through my pussy hair or down between my hips.
I remember the other one, the one with black hair, kept saying things like, “Fuck her good, Andy.” Hey, that was the redhead’s name. Andy. Andy was fucking me and his buddy kept telling him to fuck me good and stick it to me and things like that.
She pulled the syringe from her ass and slid it alone her cunt lips to pickup slick juices. Satisfied that it was slippery enough she put it back against her asshole and pushed. It slipped in easily and she continued fucking herself while exercising her memory. There, she thought, I’ve remembered one of their flames. Let’s see what else I can remember.
I put my legs around him and it scared him. He stopped and asked what was happening. His smooth cock was so hard. I remember it felt so good because it slid in without any resistance. It didn’t scrape against my cunt lips, it just shot straight in… Shot! That’s right, it shot. He hadn’t pushed it to me more than thirty times before he shot his load. I remember I thought I was getting cheated until his buddy pulled him off and pushed his hard, slim cook up in my pussy.