10 comments/ 44226 views/ 10 favorites Bettyboop on Webcam By: Mag58 On Monday night I was searching the Internet for a holiday when the computer 'pinged' and a blue square popped up in the corner. Slightly surprised I read the message, "Flyboy; says Hi." It took me a few seconds to realise what it meant. Three months previously, just before had gone to University my daughter had set up an MSN messaging account for me to keep in contact with her and her sister in Spain. 'Hi. Do I know you?' I replied to the stranger. 'No...but I love your name. Do you look like her?' The stranger instantly replied. I instantly blushed like a tomato. 'Oh.....thanks......sort of.' I typed. 'Really? Do tell.' 'Thats my nickname among my friends and family.' I replied as I turned to look at the reflection of my long legs and hour glass figure in the mirror for some sort of confirmation. 'Because?' The stranger asked again. 'When I was younger I looked a bit like her, even my hair. A friend of a boyfriend teased me -- calling me Betty Boop; then it stuck.' I smiled at the memory; then took a sip of my wine. 'why? do you look like her? Big tits and ass?' I was shocked at his (I presumed that Flyboy was a he) language but replied for some bizarre reason. 'I suppose so; plus I've got big brown eyes and long lashes -- just like her.' I didn't mention my long legs and huge backside and boobs. I waited for the reply. It was there in seconds. 'How big are your tits then?' I was giggling now as I read the message and took another sip of wine. 'Big enough (lol).' I'd hardly pressed send when he replied again. 'Go on....tell me how big they are.' I chuckled at his audacity. By nature I'm not shy and never have been; but I'm not used to guys talking to me like this; even if it was on the Web. 'Tell me who you are.......and I might.' I teased him. 'OK....I'm from the USA, 45, married, 3 kids, 6feet 1, 165lbs, short brown hair with flecks of grey and I'm a pilot.' "Wow!" I thought, "a pilot!" Then remembered my daughter's stories about guys spinning her a line when they chatted her up. 'A pilot?????' I challenged him. 'Seriously...I am; not a glamorous one...more of a delivery man'. He went on to explain that he'd been in the US Airforce and now worked for a parcel carrier; flying to Europe twice a week and was currently in a hotel in Frankfurt . I believed him. We chatted about ourselves for nearly an hour -- I told him that I'd been divorced for 7 years, was 41 and worked in an Estate Agents (AR Werth) in the centre of town; plus lots of meaningless stuff too. He told me about his family but admitted to 'getting lonely' while in hotels but now contented himself with chatting on Messenger. I didn't believe him. Just before he got bored with me he asked again.... 'are you going to tell me how big your tits are? I'm going crazy here fantacising about you!!!!' I was now onto my third glass of wine and was flattered by his persistance and flirting. My hand was trembling as I typed, '36EE' then pressed send. A few seconds passed then....'ping' ...his reply came onto my screen. 'Geez....they sound fantastic. I'm a big tit man......can I see them?' The drink had fuddled my brain and I didn't really understand what he meant. 'What do you mean? How could I show you?' 'Have you got any photos?' 'Oh God no! Plus I wouldn't know how to send them.' I quickly typed. 'That's a pity' Flyboy wrote, then immediately sent another message, 'have you got a webcam?' 'Yes,' I naively replied. I'd used it a couple of times with my daughters and still wasn't sure how to get it to work; but Flyboy talked me through which buttons to press and after a couple of false starts we could see each other. My heart was pounding as his picture flickered onto my screen. Not just because he was gorgeous but mostly because I'd learned a new computer skill. After waving at each other and grinning like the drunken fool I was; Flyboy plied me with loads and loads of compliments which weakened my resolve just as much as the 2/3 of a bottle of wine I'd drank. 'So? Are you going to show me those gorgeous puppies?' He persisted with a twinkle in his eye. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I was desperately trying to appear calm and in control but my stomach was in knots and my heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to hyper ventilate. 'Please babe' he pleaded and pouted, 'I've got such a stiffy here and I really need to jerk off before I go to sleep.' Wow! That put my brain back into gear. 'Really?' I typed. 'Sure have. Do you want to see it?' I had a drunken dilemma now. In the 7 years since I've been divorced I've had two boyfriends and a single one-night stand with a married man; but because all of my girlfriends were either knee deep in children or in the first flush of love in their second marriages I hadn't had the opportunity to go out 'on the pull' for nearly two years and had become a very proficient masturbater. Recently it had been 4 or 5 times a week and I was becoming perpetually horny which possibly explains why I'd so readilly got involved in an online chat like this. 'OK' I replied as casually as possible. If he knew anything about women he would have realised from the look on my face and my nipples which had suddenly popped out; I was desperate to see a real cock. Flyboy grinned and winked as he pushed his chair back. He lifted the hem of his t-shirt revealing a nice big bulge in his boxers which he lovingly caressed. 'GET ON WITH IT!' I wanted to shout. Still with a grin on his lips he pulled his pants down to his knees and revealed a lovely thick semi-hard cock. I was mesmerized but didn't know how I was supposed to react. 'So you like it then?' He typed with his free hand as he began shaking and rubbing his cock making it grow a little bit harder. Forgetting he could see me, my eyes were like saucers and my mouth was virtually hanging open. 'Yes.' was all I could think of to type and gave him a 'thumbs up'. 'Your turn.... now show me your tits so I can jerk off.' This was all new to me and I wasn't thinking straight anymore. The thrill of chatting and flirting with an electronic stranger had made me even hornier than usual. Without a seconds' thought I pulled the cami-top of my pyjamas over my head leaving me in a revealing lacy white bra and pyjama bottoms. 'MMMMMMM...they look nice....squeeze them for me.' Flyboy typed. As if hypnotised I obeyed; squeezing and stroking my large mammaries as he tugged at his cock and hairy balls making it grow fatter and longer. 'If you take your bra off I'll jerk off.... just for you.' Flyboy told me. The opportunity to watch a nice looking guy actually wank for me was a turn on too far. The little Devil that used to sit on my shoulder in my younger wilder days made an uninvited appearance and prodded me with his pitchfork - I immediately put my hands behind my back and unhooked my bra; letting it fall forward .and exposing my big boobs Flyboy chuckled and typed; 'Shit! Those puppies are fucking triple A!" then he began rubbing really fast. My pulse and heart were racing as I stroked and squeezed my tits again...for him. It felt really really naughty as I tugged at my nipples and squashed them together to turn on this absolute stranger who was masturbating on my PC screen. My boobs and nipples are very sensitive at the best of times so after a couple of minutes I was squirming on my chair and urgently needed some relief myself. Flyboy was now standing up and changing hands every few seconds in his urge to cum. Before I knew what was happening one of my hands was down the front of my pj's and rubbing my clitty. Flyboy had obviously seen me do this and leaned forward to type; 'Take your pants off and show me what you're doing.' Drunk, horny and delirious with an itch between my legs I obliged by slipping my pj's down to my knees then leaning back in my chair -- legs apart! Our hands were both a blur as he wanked his big cock and I rubbed and fingered myself on screen for each other. Less than a minute after showing him my hairy kitty he was shooting cum all over the hotel desk. This tipped me over the edge and I came to an abrupt screaming orgasm by jamming three fingers into my hole as I furiously rubbed my stiff clitoris with the palm of my hand. Flyboy stumbled backwards and grabbed hold of the chair to steady himself. I was leaning backwards gasping for air with my legs still spread when he began typing. 'Did you enjoy that?' I chuckled and typed, 'What did it look like?' W flirted for another minute or two then he made his excuses and logged off. All alone and naked in my living room the enormity of what I'd just done hit me like a lead weight and I began to sniffle and a tear or two ran down my cheek. Embarrassed; I pulled my pyjama bottoms up and clutched my bra and cami-top in front of me. I swiftly logged off and made my way to the bathroom. As I wiped between my legs I slowly stopped feeling guilty and the little Devil on my shoulder took charge again. It had actually been fun; lots of fun.....and I had that itch again between my legs. Once in bed and under the duvet I fumbled in my knicker drawer until I found 'old faithful' -- my six inch plastic vibrator. It had seen me through many a lonely night and tonight would be the same. My kitty was still soaking and the hard plastic slid in with ease. 'Mmmmmm' I purred as I re-lived the webcam show and switched the toy on. The sex toy was so old it sounded and felt like a traction engine but that was just what I needed because of the mood I was in -- horny and dirty. Normally I would slowly build up the strokes but now all I needed was a good hard fucking and that's what I gave myself; eventually flicking my clit in time until I had another back-arching orgasm. "What a night!" I chuckled as I fell into a deep sleep. I was in such a good mood the following day at work; my boss even commented on it. Little did he know why I was smiling! As soon as I arrived home I switched the computer on and immediately opened MSN. Ping-ping-ping! There was nothing from Flyboy but there were 8 messages from strangers who wanted to be added as 'my friend'. Two of them told me that Flyboy had told them that BettyBoop likes 'to play' and they should contact me. The rotter had 'kissed and told' about our fun. I was both angry and flattered that he'd enjoyed himself so much that he was now 'showing me off' and sharing me with his online buddies. I agreed to be 'their friend' , answered some e-mails then heated up a boring meal for one. I was just finishing my lasagne when I heard the familiar 'ping'. again At first I thought that it may be one of my daughters; but the message read 'Uncle Monty wants to play -- are you feeling frisky?' "Oh my God!" I nearly panicked as I recognised the name from the earlier 'friend' requests. 'Hi.' I replied. 'Feeling frisky?' Uncle Monty asked. 'Not yet' I typed. We chatted for a few minutes but he was a bit 'full on' with no subtlety. If I was to repeat the goings on of the previous evening at least I wanted to be treat like a lady! Monty soon lost interest but was replaced by Cheshire Cat who was much nicer. By the time he asked to go on webcam to play he'd got me tell him about the previous evening, losing my virginity, my first blow-job and what underwear I had on. He was disappointed that I was wearing tights and not stockings under my skirt but cheered up when I told him that I did occasionally wear stockings and hold ups. When we went on cam Cheshire Cat was very complimentary just like Flyboy had been (I soon realised that this was a ploy guys would use to break down my inhibitions -- how naive was I?). This guy was British and a lot older than Flyboy; probably in his 60's with grey hair, twinkling eyes and a bushy moustache. As I sipped my wine he told me about his love of stockings and told me a couple of stories about other women that he chatted too on MSN. I was surprised at how many people did what I'd done the previous night on a regular basis. The sheer excitement of this new experience was making my heart race and my kitty itch like mad. I couldn't wait to strip off just like the previous night. Eventually he told me that he was getting turned on and 'did I want to see his cock?' I nodded and typed 'yes please'. (Always courteous). It wasn't as big as Flyboy's cock but nice and stiff all the same. "Can I see your tits now?' he politely asked. I obliged by slowly unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my bra. He was wanking so fast I was worried that he would cum before I'd got them out. Just as I was unclipping my bra 'ping-ping'; another two 'friends' wanted to watch my cam. I immediately pressed agree. I couldn't stop grinning as I shook my big tits free of my bra knowing three horny guys were now watching me and pulling on their cocks. Without being asked I started caressing and stroking my tits and ever stiffening nipples until Cheshire Cat told me to suck them. Without a second thought I complied and for the first time in my life I lifted a teat up to my mouth licked my own nipple then suckled on it as I dug my fingers and long red fingernails into the other one. It only took a minute for Cat to spurt cum onto his keypad. I felt like a right dirty minx as the others started sending crude messages too as they tugged their cocks on webcam for me. By the time my skirt and tights were around my ankles Cheshire Cat had gone but had been replaced by another 3 'friends'. I was shaking with lust and excitement as two guys simultaneously told me to take my knickers off. I was so turned on and wet the gusset was actually sticking to my quim and I had to peel it off much to their amusement. They soon had me sitting with my legs apart, shoes back on but with the heels resting against the computer desk as I pulled my labia apart and stretching it for their pleasure. Thankfully one of them finally told me to finger myself. I kept my flaps spread with the fingers from my left hand as I dipped two fingers from the other deep in my honeypot. I now had 5 small screens up on my computer with 4 guys wanking on them - the other was me fingering my hairy pussy. I was in sexual Heaven. 'Have you got a dildo?' Someone typed. 'Yes' I answered. 'Get it and fuck yourself for me'. Without any hesitation I stood up and walked out of the living room hoping that my sexy wiggle was still being filmed. When I got into my bedroom I froze when I realised that the curtains were open and I was naked. 'Sod it!' I thought and shimmied across the small room. With straight legs and making sure that my big tits were on view to anyone lucky enough to be looking in the window I found my vibe, then turned to face the window. My pulse was in overdrive now and I could feel my juices running down my thighs as I returned to the living room. Everyone was still there plus 3 others waiting to join us. Of course I accepted their requests. With a guy called Hot Dog dictating proceedings I did as I was told by resting my high heels against the computer desk and fucked myself with my vibe as I played with and sucked my tits. I was buzzing as hard as my vibe but for some reason I was never in danger of cumming myself; not even when guys were spurting all over my computer screen. I kept on with my 'show' -- vibe in my pussy/vibe in my mouth/fingers in my pussy/fingers in my mouth/sucking my tits/slapping my tits; the show lasted nearly an hour and I was exhausted as the last two guys came and logged off. As soon as I logged off too I pressed my vibrator against my clit and had a super orgasm all by myself; then another one and another one! The rest of the week was much the same; I couldn't wait to get home from work and log onto MSN then put on two or three sexy shows for my new friends from across the Globe. After work on the Friday evening I had to go to the Supermarket for my weekly shopping. I rushed around madly throwing things in the trolley in my haste to get home and rip my knickers off and get online. The only time I slowed down was to buy some new hold-up stockings as I'd had many requests during my shows for me to wear stockings from my new friends/fans. I tried to take my time as I put the shopping away and eat the Big Mac and fries that I'd bought; but the urge to expose myself again on my webcam was taking over my every thought. I closed the living-room blinds then lifted my works skirt and removed my tights as I checked my e-mails. When the boring things were done I selected a pair of 10 denier black hold-ups and pulled them up my long legs with trembling fingers. It felt really sexy wearing stockings under my works' uniform. I opened a bottle of wine and poured out a large glass then logged on. Four of my 'regulars' were already waiting for me and there were another 7 requests to be my 'friend'. I clicked on 'agree' and two of them instantly joined the conversation. My computer screen lit up with 6 smaller screens featuring guys of all shapes and persuasions salivating at the thought of watching me put on 'one of my shows' as someone had christened them. I put everyone onto conference mode and began chatting. Questions about my working day; lateness at logging on and my 'mood' were being fired at me like machine gun bullets. I answered everyone as quickly and politely as possible; then BoingBoingBaggie asked, 'what colour panties are you wearing?' 'Black......G-String' I replied. 'Matching bra?' Dancehallcrasher enquired. 'Yes....of course.' 'Can I see them?' BoingBoingBaggie asked with a wink and thumbs up sign. 'Who else would like to see my undies?' I teased. 'Me me me me' came the replies. As usual my heart was racing as I stood up and moved the chair, then positioned the webcam so my viewers got a good view of my striptease. The uniform jacket and skirt that I wore at the Estate Agents made me look a bit like a secretary which went down well with my regulars. I removed my short black jacket and company scarf then slowly unbuttoned my silver blouse until they got a glimpse of my cleavage pouring out of my lacy bra. Trying to add some mystery to my actions I turned away from the camera when I got rid of the blouse. They all had their cocks on display when I turned around. As a little treat I jiggled my boobs until they nearly pooped out. Then with a sexy roll of my hips I slowly unzipped my skirt. Messages were flooding in but I was unable to answer any individuals but seductively lent forward until my chest pretty much filled the viewfinder and typed, 'Guess what I'm wearing tonight.' As guesses came flooding in I eased out of the pencil skirt revealing my black and white see-thru polka dot g-string and lace top hold-up stockings. The looks on all of their faces were exactly what I'd hoped and dreamed of. I stood away from the camera with my hands on my generous hips and let them look at me (which sounds very vain). The requests and commands soon lit up the screen; but I ignored them and just did my own thing. My eyes were fixed on all of the hard cocks that were being stroked in the screens on my computer as I danced and jiggled my tits and arse; touching my toes so they could get a good look at my tits or arse depending on my angle. After 5 or 6 minutes I couldn't wait any longer and had to remove my bra. My huge melons were aching and needed a good crushing which I gave them much to the guys delight. I mashed them and squashed them and pulled and tugged at my fat pink nipples. My breathing was getting shorter and shallower and I couldn't stop myself now even if I'd wanted to -- I was hooked. I turned away from the camera again and pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them then flicked them with the point of my shoe across the room. Bettyboop on Webcam Ch. 02 It had been an amazing couple of months since I'd first flashed my large boobs to a stranger in Germany on my webcam. In fact it had possibly even changed my life in a good way. Thankfully I'd managed to separate my two lives; although my dress sense at work had become a little bit more daring; with me wearing stockings or hold-ups most days and wearing bras that emphasised and exposed my cleavage. Being lusted after by scores of men around the world had made me more self-confident and had put a spring into my step. I was soon genuinely hooked on the web-camming experience; I spent far too long in my working day thinking about what I'd done the previous night and what I might wear and do in my next session. I felt constantly turned on; occasionally having to disappear into the toilets for a quick flick of my clitty! I'd been out on the town twice with a couple of married girlfriends but apart from some extra attention because I was wearing seamed stockings nothing had come of it; I still had to rely on my toys and webcam to get my jolly's. "That's him." Claudia whispered as I was making us a cup of coffee. "Who?" I replied as I teetered back into the main office on my new 3 inch heels. "Looking in the window. The one that looks a bit like the actor Colin Farrell." My young colleague subtly pointed at a young man that had been in the Estate Agent's office that we worked in earlier in the week. "Oh; he's cute." I sarcastically chuckled as I squinted into the sunlight at the scruffily dressed young man. The next we knew he nervously entered the office and began looking at the details of some houses in a very upmarket part of town. Just as Claudia readied herself to approach him I squinted again. "Craig?" I asked the unkempt youth when I recognised him, "Craig Head?" He shuffled his feet and blushed. "Yep, that's me." Craig looked out of place in our office dressed in scruffy Converse pumps, skinny black jeans, a variety of beads and chains around his neck and wrists plus a well worn white grand-dad shirt under a battered black leather jacket. His dark hair was shoulder length and swept back in a nonchalant manner plus he had a 7 day stubble on his chin. With Claudia glared at me I crossed the office floor; suddenly self-conscious that my boobs were wobbling in my latest ¾ cup bra. When I reached him I wasn't sure how to greet one of my youngest daughters old school friends. Should I kiss him? Shake his hand? Hug him? "Have you won the lottery?" I asked and motioned towards the houses that he was looking at. "Sorry? Oh? No." Craig blushed again and mumbled something about looking for a flat. I maneuvered him to the right area while asking what price he wanted to pay and which area he wanted to live in. As I handed him various leaflets we caught up on a little bit of news and gossip. Craig had gone to College at the same time as my daughter; but had dropped out after a year because his band were becoming quite popular and he hated his course anyway. I vaguely knew his parents who owned a hotel, restaurant and two pubs in town so I guessed that they were subsidising this venture. He took the details of a couple of flats but he seemed unclear as to what he really wanted. We bumped into each other around town a couple of times in the next few days; then on the Thursday evening I was surprised to find him standing next to me in the bus queue as I made my way home. The bus wasn't particularly busy but I still made my way towards the back. Craig sat next to me and we made small talk. He was quite chatty until the woman sitting directly in front got up and left her seat empty. He went very quiet and I had the feeling that there was something on his mind. I didn't know him as well as some of my daughters other friends so didn't feel that I should pry into his business. About half way through the journey I'd run out of things to say when Craig anxiously looked around the bus then cocked his head; so he was looking at me sideways. "Why do you call yourself.........Betty Boop?" He asked matter of factly. My blood ran cold. "That is you; isn't it?" Craig smirked as he now had the upper hand, "Betty Boop...you know.....when you do your....shows on the Internet." My hands were hot and clammy and I felt sick as I stared blankly out of the bus window. "Don't worry," he chuckled as he moved the rucksack on his knee then stroked my thigh and rested his palm on my suspender strap, "I haven't told anyone.....about your....secret." I didn't know what to say and just concentrated on staring out of the window into the darkness. He quickly became bolder and with his rucksack and my large handbag as cover he ran his long fingers up the inside of my thigh until he was gently tugging the suspender strap and stroking the diamond top of my 15 denier Levante Vanessa stockings. "What do you want?" I quietly croaked as my throat was as dry as stone. "I want to fuck you and spunk on your massive tits," His warm breath stunk of beer and tobacco as he whispered into my ear and his fingers ran across the front of my knickers. "Just like you asked me to do.... on Sunday." Shocked; I turned to see his grinning face. I scrunched my face in disbelief, "Like I asked you?" Craig pulled back the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a heavily tattooed arm. I instantly recognised the one of Betty Boop sitting in a champagne glass. My blood ran cold again. This was Young Muttley. One of my 'friends' on messenger. He'd been on a lot in the last month and was, in fact, the one who could cum two or three times in a session and could make it shoot upwards and arc onto his desk; which had always impressed me. "Oh Craig.....that's just...oh shit.....Craig......no...you can't mean that.....oh shit." I mumbled for a minute or two as his hand tried to part my thighs. "Open your legs for me." He huskily whispered as he tried in vain to get his hand inside my knickers. "I can't....oh shit.....what if someone sees us?" I garbled as my eyes flashed around to see if anyone was watching. "Like you would care if anyone could see us; after everything I've seen you do!" The young lad sniggered and persevered with his hand between my legs. There were only two teenagers sitting three seats behind us and they seemed too engrossed in their i-pods to even notice if the world exploded and an old man two seats in front who was reading a newspaper. "Be quick then." I snapped and parted my thighs by a couple of inches. Craig pulled my skirt a little bit further up so he could see my stocking tops and knickers. He deftly pulled my knickers to one side and pressed his thumb against my long labia then ran it along my bald slit making me sigh; then he easily slid a finger inside my pussy on a public bus. "You're fucking soaking!" He looked mesmerised as he twisted it until it was all inside my hole and his thumb was pressed against my clit. The motion of the bus and thrill of being fingered in public quickly had me on the brink of an orgasm. I closed my thighs which jammed his hand; still with the finger in my pussy. It was a mistake. My body began to tremble and in seconds I tightly gripped my bag and bit my bottom lip to stop myself making a noise as I came on a bus. Craig was silent during all of this and probably couldn't believe what was happening. I know that I didn't. He eventually pulled his finger out and was licking it clean when the bus approached the stop at the end of my street. Craig got up first then followed me off the bus. As we stood motionless at the bus stop; in the cold dark night air I hoped that he would walk off in the opposite direction; but he didn't. "Come on then." Craig told me with no emotion in his voice. I meekly walked silently by his side to my house. At no stage did he threaten me or even speak, and I guess with hindsight I could have just told him to 'Piss off' and worry later about him telling his friends or my daughter about my Internet shows. Craig followed me into the warm house. Still without a word passing between us I dropped my bag onto the hall table and hung my coat and scarf up. I turned to see Craig grinning at me. He tentatively stepped forwards and roughly grabbed my tits through my blouse. I flinched but didn't stop him. He pawed them like the inexperienced young boy that he was. I stood motionless. Craig's eyes were fixed on the shapes that he was making with my boobs. Then he bent forward and kissed the exposed flesh. Feeling ever more confident Craig unbuttoned my blouse and groped my tits through my bra. I was now pressed against the wall as Craig roughly shoved his hand up my skirt and rubbed my pussy through my knickers. The braver he got the heavier and louder his breathing became. I offered no encouragement as his fingers finally found their way inside my pants and my cunt and he popped my tits out of the shallow bra cup and began suckling on my rubbery pink teats. I don't know why but; being used like this was soon turning me on; especially as he twisted two thin fingers around my wet cunt. Craig quickly became very aroused and his fingering and sucking became rougher and his erection was soon rubbing against my thigh. I now had my hands behind his head holding his face against my big soft tits as he tried to chew a nipple. It had been a really long time since I'd been in a position like this with a man of any age and all I could think about was Craig ripping my knickers off and shoving his young cock up my middle-aged cunt. 'Yes' I thought, 'a knee trembler would be good...very fucking good'; but should I tell him what I wanted? Craig suddenly stopped and stepped away from me and looked furtively around the hall. I took the opportunity to tidy myself up and put my tits back into their holder. His eyes were twinkling and he was licking his lips when he took my hand and led me into my living room. "Get on there," He forcefully told me and pointed to the velour sofa, "get on your knees and pull your skirt up for me." I did as I was told and pulled my skirt up around my hips exposing my stocking tops, red see- through knickers and matching suspender belt before I clung onto the back of the sofa. The silence crackled as Craig stared at my arse and legs. The next I knew, Craig was kneeling behind me stroking my arse cheeks through my knickers then slowly pulling the cheeks apart and closing them again. I felt absolutely helpless and more turned on than at any time in the last two months. I shuffled forward and rested my shoulder against the arm of the sofa to take the strain. As I did this I could feel Craig's hot breath on my arse then when he pulled the cheeks apart on my pussy. Craig's hands were surprisingly soft and gentle as he caressed my stockings and knickers and his warm breath on my arse and pussy made my pussy bubble with anticipation. For a young lad he was incredibly sensitive as he teased and stroked and blew on my tingling pussy through the nylon of my knickers. I was trembling as I sensed his face getting closer and closer to my backside; then it happened. Craig began kissing my arse then pulled my cheeks apart and kissed my pussy through my panties. I instinctively moved my legs further apart. Craig took advantage and buried his face into my sopping minge making me gasp. With my arse cheeks held wide apart the young lad kissed and lapped at my pussy through my knickers for what seemed an eternity. After a minute or two he began slapping my arse cheeks against his face as he pulled my panties to one side and began sucking and licking my dripping honey-pot. My finger nails were now digging into the sofa and I was biting a cushion as I pressed my hot cunt against his stubbled face. Craig's tongue was lashing my gash and his nose was accidentally pressing against my arse hole which was now sending me delirious. Fuck! I needed something inside me.....NOW! Sensing my desperation Craig slid two fingers into my cunt as he continued licking and sucking and nudging his nose against my puckering anus. I was shaking with excitement now and tried as best I could to rub my clit against his face in my quest for an orgasm. Just as I got oh so close to cumming Craig stopped licking me and pulled his fingers out; which made a sloppy farting noise. Still with my eyes closed and face buried into a cushion I recognised the sounds of him unclipping his belt and pulling his jeans down. At last! He seemed to be taking an age; so I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at the view in front of him and tugging at his fat cock. Our eyes met for a second so I nodded and smiled for him to do what he wanted with me. He didn't reply but edged forward pulled my knickers down to my knees and ran his knob along my slit. My body stiffened as I willed him to shove his cock deep inside my cunt. His breathing became louder and shallower.... then he did it. With a gentle push his cock was inside. I sighed and instantly relaxed. It felt wonderful. Nothing and I repeat nothing on Earth beats a real flesh blood and gristle cock! I had longer and fatter dildos; but Craig's hot cock sent tremors through my body as he gripped on my hips and began thrusting his cock into me doggy style. He soon began to get rough with me and spanked my arse as he fucked me so hard the sofa began moving. I was in Heaven as a real life cock speared my cunt. Craig was grunting now as he slapped my arse and filled my cunt with his young cock. I was desperate to rub my clit but was afraid to move in case it broke the spell that I was in so I just gripped ever tighter onto my cushions. Then; all too soon for my liking, he pulled my hips back onto his cock and stiffened in that way guys do just before their cock explodes. With a huge sigh Craig filled my old cunt with his young seed. Jet after jet splattered against my cervix and my pussy got hotter and hotter and there was so much spunk it oozed back out as he withdrew his magnificent cock from my battered cunt and dripped onto my carpet. Craig nonchalantly flopped exhausted onto the end of the sofa. My legs and back were aching as I rolled onto my thigh with my other leg curled beneath me. We had hardly spoken a word since entering the house. My daughters' young friend now started to look a little guilty as the beer and adrenalin began to wear off. I looked down to see that his spunk smeared cock was still quite stiff – oh the joys of young studs! I ran my hand up his hairy thigh and cupped his big hairy bollocks. "Do you think that you can get it up again?" I asked with a mischievous grin as I increased the pressure. His face was a picture as I gently squeezed his balls and tickled his cock with my thumb. "Well?" I asked again, "can you?" Craig shrugged his shoulders then made his cock twitch which surprised me and made me jump a little. "You bugger!" I chastised him and slapped his shoulder. Not wishing to 'look a gift horse and all of that', I leaned forward and kissed his floppy foreskin then ran my tongue along the sticky shaft. It had been a long time since I'd tasted spunk and only when a boyfriend had 'accidentally' cum in my mouth. I was annoyed a the time but from the shock than the taste. Men cumming in my mouth and on my face had recently become a bit of a fantasy for me so the chance to taste Craig's cum was too good to miss. As I licked his cream off his cock it began twitching of its own accord and rapidly stiffened again when I took the end in my mouth and started sucking as hard as I could. I'd soon sucked the knob out of its hood and even if I do say so myself gave him a fucking good blow job! I hadn't had much practice over the years but I'd watched enough porn recently to know what to do and how to do it. I was in Heaven as I licked and slurped and sucked his big young dick as the arrogant young sod just lay back stroking my hair and dangling tits. When it was nice and hard again I moved off the sofa and stood up. Craig looked puzzled and disappointed at first then his face lit up with a cheeky grin when I took my blouse off and unhooked my bra – throwing it at him; then sensuously unzipping my skirt and wriggling out of it; leaving me just wearing my heals stockings and suspenders. His hand was automatically wanking his cock for me; which was flattering. I stepped forward and put my hands on the back of the sofa either side of his head until my tits were brushing against his hairy face. Craig moved his hands to touch me but I just said 'No'. Slowly I swayed from side to side gently slapping his face with my melons. My nipples were soon as hard as his cock as he stuck his tongue out to try to catch them to suck on. He couldn't keep his hands to himself and was soon stroking my nylon clad legs and then my arse. Ooh; that was good; especially when he dug his fingers in my soft flesh and gave me a couple of hard slaps that made my cheeks wobble. Still with his face stuffed between my boobs I wriggled until I was straddling his lap. We were both breathing very slowly as I felt his cock against my hot slit. I'd stopped teasing him with my tits and he was now sucking contentedly on a thick rubbery teat as I guided his cock back into my sloppy cunt with a few rolls of my hips; then I sat down on it. Fucking Hell! I threw my head back and I swear my eyes rolled into my head as Craig's powerful young cock filled my hole to the brim. I quickly regained my senses and lifted my weight until his knob had nearly come out; then with a flourish I dropped back down on it. Fucking Hell! I was going to make the most of this and enjoy every single minute – God alone knew when I was going to get my next fuck. Still with my hands gripping the back of the sofa and my large tits nearly suffocating the poor boy I fucked the living daylights out of him for nearly five minutes giving myself two nice small orgasms on the way. After the second one I flopped forward panting for air. Craig grabbed my arse again and began thrusting his hips making his cock go deep and fast into my very sloppy cunt making it make swooshing noises as he fucked me. "Oh God!" I gasped as he fucked me harder than any other man in my life. His cock was like a battering ram as it was now his turn to fuck the living daylights out of me. This must have gone on for two or three minutes – he was like a machine the way he just lay there but kept up a furious rhythm with his hips. "I need to cum." Craig eventually panted. "Ok." I sighed; slightly relieved. "I want to," he took in a huge mouthful of air, "shoot on your tits. Can I....please?" "Yes." I whispered as I rolled off him and onto my knees on the carpet in front of my young lover. I was covered in sweat; it was running off my forehead and my tits were soaking. Craig sat on the edge of the sofa and began wanking his cock inches away from my face. After watching scores of guys wank for me on webcam actually having a 20 year old guy rubbing his six inches so close to me I could feel the breeze was nearly overwhelming. The angle he was sitting at was obviously stopping him from ejaculating. "Stand up." I suggested. "It'll be easier." He did as he was told and resumed his wanking. He was still rock hard but I could see that he was becoming frustrated at not being able to cum. Time for Plan B. Dirty talk. "Cum on me." I mock pleaded. "That's it......faster.....cum Betty's big tits....here I'll hold them out for you!" I then squashed them together and made a platform for his spunk. "Ugh.....uggh.....uuuggghhh!" My daughters friend grunted as his wrist became a blur. "Oh....shhhiiiittttt!" Just as I'd seen him do many times on his webcam the goo shot straight up in the air for about 9 inches then arced towards me. I inadvertently closed my eyes and got the shock of my life as; instead of landing on my tits, it landed, splat; on my face. Then a second blob and a third. I could have and should have moved but the warm wet sensation was so erotic as three globs of young spunk slid down my round cheeks. The smell was amazing as some stopped next to my nose. My breathing was now so hard I was nearly sucking it up into my nostril at one stage. Bettyboop on Webcam Ch. 02 I opened my eyes to see Craig's hand trembling as he squeezed one last pearl onto my tits. He suddenly looked terrified when I ran my finger across my cheek to touch the warm spunk. I couldn't resist and scooped it into my mouth. It tasted nothing like it smelled, in fact it virtually had no taste but the action of actually pushing his cum into my mouth must have looked as erotic as it felt doing it. Without thinking I edged forward and automatically swallowed his still pulsing cock so I could suck out every last drop. "Fucking hell!" Craig gasped as his balls touched my chin and I theatrically sucked the last dregs out of his love tube. I planted a kiss on the purple tip and let him flop exhausted onto the sofa. But I wasn't finished! I rolled onto my back with my shaved cunt facing the boy and raised my knees and parted my legs; then proceeded to give myself a good fingering. First one finger; but that was never going to be enough after the fucking I'd just had. Then a second and a third. It felt so deliciously naughty and indulgent masturbating in front of Craig. I couldn't stop myself and I forced a fourth finger in and stretched my cunt as wide as possible as Craig watched open mouthed. My arse was now off the carpet and I was taking my weight on my shoulders as I tried to squeeze my thumb in my cunt as well! As I thrashed at my clit I had all four fingers and my thumb up to the knuckles in my sloppy cunt. Some guys on the webcam had pleaded with me to fist myself but I'd always preferred to use my toys and here I was fisting myself just for the delight of one young man....and myself. Then it happened.......Yeeeesssssss! An orgasm that came up from my toes and made my whole body including my hair tingle. I slumped to the floor; my body instantly racked with aches and pains as the adrenaline evaporated into the ether. I don't know if the orgasm made me feint or I dropped off into a slight sleep but when I opened my eyes Craig was standing over me fully clothed. "Ahem." he nervously coughed, "I'll ..ahem....be getting off now....if that's ok." I smiled a thin smile and nodded. He walked out of the room. A second later his head reappeared. "Oh." He cheekily grinned, "Thanks." Later that night I logged on to Messenger anonymously as I wasn't in the mood for going on my webcam as my lusts had been sated for one day! Among my messages was one from Craig. It was very sweet and even a little bit apologetic for his behaviour at the beginning. I replied that I'd enjoyed every minute – no – every second of the adventure; including the part on the bus and.......would like to do it again! Sure enough he jumped at the chance and we became torrid lovers over the next few weeks with me teaching him how to please a lady and him living out all....and I mean ALL of his wildest fantasies; but they will keep for another day. Bettyboop on Webcam I placed one hand discretely across my hairy kitty and my arm across my chest as I turned to face the webcam. With my best Betty Boop 'look' I pressed my finger to my lips and pretended to look shocked that all of these masturbating men could seem naked but for a pair of shiny black stockings and patent leather high-heels. The messages shot onto the screen; 'Get your tits out/show me your twat/flash your sweaty cunt'. I loved pretending to be Betty and kept teasing them by moving my hands and not exactly showing my nipples or pubes. Then; just as a couple started to get frustrated, I let them get a good look at my tits when I picked up my wine glass; then after draining it picked up the bottle with the other hand. A minute or so later I was back in my regular position -- sitting on my leather computer chair, legs spread wide apart, knees up to my chest, heels virtually attached to the desk and my fingers spreading my labia and showing my 'fans' how wet and pink my cunt was (as I now called it). I caressed my stocking clad legs and ran my fingers through my luxuriant pubic hair as I fingered my cunt for their masturbatory pleasure. Two guys had already shot their lot and were still wanking as I began following BoingboingBaggie's commands to finger myself. Then after 5 or 6 minutes when I'd managed to push four fingers inside my cunt someone told me to get my vibe. I was organised tonight and produced it from the desk drawer. Like lightening it was quickly buried deep inside my soaking wet cunt. Their hands were rubbing 20 to the dozen as I fucked my cunt with the white plastic toy. I carried on like this for a few minutes until someone told me to 'tickle the skin at the bottom'. WOW! I'd never done that before and it was very very sensitive and moved my sexual sensations up a gear or two. Then Dancehallcrasher typed, 'finger your ass.' I froze for a second or two then instinctively slid my finger further South until it was pressing against my bum-hole. WOW and double WOW! I couldn't believe how aroused it made me as I pressed my finger tip against the puckered lips. The harder I pressed the sexier it felt and the faster I fucked myself with my toy. Then it happened more by accident than design -- I was so sloppy wet my finger slid into my bum hole by about an inch. I orgasmed immediately. A real full on breathtaking jaw dropping orgasm. I was stunned. Splat-splat-splat. Three guys all jerked off at exactly the same time. One tattooed guy; who I'd seen do the same thing earlier in the week; managed to make his cum shoot upwards in an arc and fall in front of his webcam. The other two let theirs ooze out onto their desks. As soon as I got my breath back I flicked the switch off on the vibe but kept sliding it up and down my greasy twat. My other finger was a different story -- I was now afraid to move it. But move it I did. Jesus H Christ it felt good as I pulled it back to the opening; then without being told what to do slid it back in, to my first knuckle at first then eventually the second. This was nowhere near as painful or as uncomfortable as I'd feared but bloody thrilling. Now virtually bent double I accidentally dropped my vibrator onto the floor and didn't want to stop so replaced it with two then three fingers in my kitty. I was soon in a self-induced daze as I stared at my image on my computer as I fingered my cunt and arse at the same time; forgetting that I was being watched by several men. 'Have you got a bigger dildo?' Dancehallcrasher asked. I shook my head. 'I want to see you really fill that cunt up. What else have you got?' He continued. I was now so worked up I wanted exactly the same thing. With a small 'pop' I pulled my fingers out of my bum and pussy and staggered around the room in a sexual daze. Then a lightbulb lit inside my brain. Of course! I was still a bit light headed and headed into the kitchen where I opened the bag of large carrots that I'd bought earlier. Then as I turned to walk into the living room I spotted the hand of under ripe bananas that I'd also bought. If it was possible I felt even naughtier as I waved my bounty at the webcam. 'Are these big enough?' I typed and flashed a cheeky grin at the screen. 'Which should I use first?" I giggled and asked the group. 'A banana' someone instantly replied. 'Which one?' I typed as I held the six bananas up for inspection. 'The biggest one!' was the overwhelming reply. With my heart racing like a train I pulled a banana that must have been 7 or 8 inches long and as thick as a babies wrist free from the rest. My mind was a blur as I resumed my position and began stroking the fruit against my wet cunt. I was actually gasping for air as I tried to slide it in. But it wouldn't go. Perhaps because it was very dry or maybe because I was too tense but I couldn't get the bloody thing inside my cunt. I was certainly wet enough but my muscles had contracted. 'Have you got any KY?' someone asked. Only wearing my heels and the stockings I wobbled and teetered into the kitchen and grabbed a tub of hand cream -- that would have to do! Back on the chair and my black stocking covered legs as wide apart as possible and my knees retracted to my tits I smeared half of the yellow fruit in cold white cream and tried again. With hindsight I pushed too hard because all 7 or 8 inches shot inside my cunt like a missile -- taking my breath away! My eyes were bulging and my normally chubby cheeks were puffed out like Louis Armstrong! But boy did that banana feel good! It filled my hole like no man ever had. The hard yellow fruit found places inside my vagina and stomach that I didn't know existed.....this was fantastic....in fact fucking fantastic; as I pounded my cunt with a huge banana for my sexual gratification and the pleasure of 10 guys (more had been added) on my computer. I was puffing and panting and slapping my clitoris when someone typed, 'stick something up your arse!' Drunk on wine and sexual adrenalin I fumbled for another banana; but even in this heightened sexual state I knew that they were going to be too big. The carrots looked perfect; long and tapered. I was about to pull the banana out when BoingBoingBaggie stopped me and insisted that I DP myself. Even with my limited knowledge of pornography I knew what he wanted me to do. Without a thought or a care I dipped the slim end of a carrot into the pot of hand cream then with the aid of my webcam; lined it up against by puckered arse hole. This was madness; but I carried on. The cream was cold and the vegetable felt very hard as I pressed it against the tight entrance. My big brown eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets and I was puffing and panting just like in childbirth as I gave the carrot one hard push and.......whoosh......three inches or so slid up my shit-chute (as someone delightfully called it!). I was so tense my head, neck and body were as tight as a drum as I began sliding the carrot and banana as deep into my orifices as possible. My viewers were now onto their second and third wanks and no one had turned off; which I guess should have made me quite proud. My arse was on fire and my cunt was making loud squelching sounds as I began relaxing and upped the ante by twisting the phallic foodstuffs until they actually touched via the membrane separating my two passageways which gave me have a little orgasm. After probably 5 minutes I couldn't wait any longer and pulled the carrot and banana out and thrashed at my clit until I came with a shudder and a yelp. My legs, stomach arse and kitty were all aching as I sat basking in my afterglow and the adrenalin sank down to my toes. To a man my audience waved goodbye and some even blew kisses as they checked out. I couldn't take any more either and logged off. The next seven weeks took the same course with me ordering three new sex toys online (including a life like 9 incher with balls and one that had a big cock for my pussy and a smaller one that fit my bum), various sets of lingerie (especially the cheap tarty stuff in nylon) and an assortment of stockings as I developed and reveled in my 'Betty Boop' online character but kept my real life quite separate. I also bought two cheap mini-dresses that made me look even more like Betty Boop when I wore them with excess make up and huge ear-rings. Several of my regular viewers became e-buddies and we exchanged erotic and normal e-mails on a regular basis. My online shows carried on in the same manner with me shoving something up my cunt and arse most nights. After a while I was so hooked on showing off on my webcam I had to ration myself to every other night and Sunday afternoons. It was an odd time. I was soon a lot more confident in my 'real life' and began wearing hold-ups or stockings and suspenders most of the time at work plus I began showing a little bit more cleavage; all of which actually helped me get more house sales. Well, mostly apartments to single guys. Funny that! Sadly; because I was a professional at work and obviously never dated customers and my friends were still in relationships so I still didn't get any real sex; but I wasn't complaining.