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Girls of Riverdale
By : TheChemist
Category: M through R > Riverdale
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Chapter List
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Title: Girls of Riverdale Part 11
Show: Riverdale
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Betty / FP Jones
Codes: MF, Anal, ATM, Oral, Rough
Disclaimer: I do not own or have association with Riverdale nor its characters including Cheryl
Blossom, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Jughead & FP Jones or Betty Cooper. I make no money from this
Summary: Betty Cooper wants to give her new boyfriend a great birthday party, and her main gal is getting his dad, F.P. Jones to show. The only problem is that he has a certain request if he is to come to his son’s party.

To say that Jughead Jones had a complicated history with his birthday would be putting it mildly. Therefore, the 16-going-on-17 year old was in the habit of not celebrating the day. It was just easier. However, his best friend and new girlfriend had a much different opinion. In fact, as they walked to their next class, they were openly discussing it.
“Hey, you may or may not know this, but it's Jughead's birthday,” Archie shared with his blonde neighbor.
“What? And he didn't say anything?” Betty Cooper couldn’t believe her ears.
“It's tomorrow, and he doesn't like making a big deal out of it,” the red-haired boy explained. “Every year, he goes to a double feature at the Bijou. It's like this tradition. Last few years, I've been his movie-buddy. But now that he has a girlfriend…”
“Well, of course, I'll take him. But you should still come with us,” Betty offered her former crush.
“No. I don't wanna be a third wheel,” Archie said as they entered the classroom.
* * *
RING RING
“Yeah, this is Jones,” the gruff yet handsome man answered his phone.
“Mr. Jones, hi, this is Betty Cooper. Jughead's…”
“Girlfriend, yeah, I remember,” F.P. recognized.
“Great, well, I'm calling because it's Jughead's birthday tomorrow, and I wanted to see if maybe you would come see a movie with us, maybe grab dinner?” Betty offered the leader of the Southside Serpents.
“Does he know you're calling me?”
“No, I thought maybe I'd surprise him,” the cute blonde disclosed.
“Oh, man. There's one thing that Jughead likes less than surprises, and that's his birthday. Kid's never even had a party, never wanted one…” F.P. started to explain before he was cut off.
“What? Never?” Betty asked, not able to understand what she was hearing.
“Mmm-hmm. Anyway, I think the best gift that I could give to Jughead would be to stay away. But I appreciate the call, Betty,” F.P. said before hanging up.
“What the hell?” Betty swore, wondering what had just happened.
* * *
Upon hearing the revelation about Jughead never having had a birthday party, Betty decided to remedy that. At lunch, she brought up the idea, which was met with universal agreement, except by Archie who protested on behalf of his best friend. However, the red-haired boy eventually yielded. In fact, not only did he back down but he offered up his house for the gathering since his dad was out of town in order to finalize his divorce.
However, even after the phone call with FP, Betty wasn’t about to give up on bringing Juggy’s dad to the party. After all, it would be the cherry on top of the best birthday party for her boyfriend. His dad, who Jughead was finally making inroads with over the past month, simply had to come. It would cement his place back in his son’s life, and it would all be because of Betty!
F.P. had worked a long day at the construction site and was only now getting home. His home was a trailer, which suited him just fine. Inside, he had a comfortable sofa, pirated cable and enough cold beer to make him forget about his job before he had to wake up and do the same thing all over again the next day. However, as he stepped into his trailer, he was instantly aware he wasn’t alone.
“Mr. Jones, I didn't mean to ambush you,” Betty explained, unable to hide her cute giggle as she made the leader of the biker gang actually startle.
“The fuck are you doing here?” FP asked.
Even though it was his son’s girlfriend, FP’s instincts kicked in and he couldn’t help but look the girl up and down. For only being 16 years old, the blonde was ripe for the picking and FP wondered how his son had pulled this off. Sure, she had a cute and naive look and act about her, but her face was extremely pretty and her body was already top notch. Long legs, a thick ass with wide hips and healthy-sized tits that he’d guess were either large B-cups on the verge of pushing into Cs.
Betty quickly recovered after his less-than-welcoming reply. “I know you don't do birthdays, but Archie and I are having a few of Jughead's friends over at Archie's house. And I bet it would mean so much to Jughead if you came.”
“How’d my son land a prime cut of meat like you,” FP asked, looking to drive the girl away. He combined his question with a long leer of her young, tight figure, “huh?”
“I...um...well Jughead is special,” Betty stammered, completely caught off guard by the older man’s lewd remark, “so, like I was saying…”
“It must run in your genes,” FP continued as he sat on the sofa and cracked open his first beer of the night. “Your mom was quite the looker before she settled for that psychopath of a father of yours. Of course, you’ve already eclipsed her.”
Betty could feel her boyfriend’s dad undressing her with his eyes. The way his gaze would linger over each of her impressive features; whether it was her shapely legs, thick ass or impressive chest. However, the reporter refused to be deterred by the crude biker. Betty was determined to be the best damn girlfriend and that meant getting her boyfriend’s father to his birthday party.
“Mr Jones…”
“F.P. Call me F.P.,” the older man corrected her, “come have a seat and join me for a beer.”
“I’m only 16,” Betty countered.
When his reply was reaching into the bar fridge and pulling out a fresh beer before he cracked it open then patted the spot on the sofa next to him, Betty rolled her eyes and took the offering. The sofa was disgusting and she didn’t like the taste of beer, yet the young blonde found herself sitting down on the filthy furniture and accepting the foaming beer from the leering biker. Betty was just trying to do a nice thing for Jughead and do whatever it took to get his dad to show up to his birthday, even if it meant the odd inappropriate look or comment or drinking a gross beer.
“Yum,” Betty lied after sipping the beer.
After F.P. stayed looking at her, clearly expecting more, Betty’s tunnel vision kicked in again and she brought the beer can to her lips again. As she tilted the can upwards, she relaxed her throat and chugged down the beer until every last drop of the cheap alcohol was swallowed down.
“Yes! Much better!” F.P. celebrated, already reaching into the fridge beside the sofa to get her another.
“So...about Juggy’s party…” the tunnel visioned blonde started up again.
“Man, you don't quit, do you?” F.P. looked over at her.
“Rarely, if ever,” Betty beamed with pride about that attribute. “I really wanna do something special for him. And you being there…”
F.P. couldn’t take it any longer. The blonde was cute and had a great body, but she just wouldn’t stop. Therefore, the biker decided to shock and appal the teenager in a bid to get her off his back and out of his trailer so he could enjoy some peace and quiet. As she continued to spew endless words from her mouth, F.P. quickly undid his pants, pushed them down to his knees then whipped out his cock.
“Oh my God!” Betty croaked as she looked away from the sight of his large cock, nestled in a thick thatch of pubic hair.
“Listen, sweetheart, you're nice eye candy and this is fun and all, but I got shit to do. Only way you're makin' your case convincing enough for me to show up is if ya make Mr. Happy down here go away, if ya catch my drift,” FP stated in no uncertain terms.
And now, FP braced for her reaction. He was happy that her beer was still in a can as it made it much harder for someone to throw a drink in his face. Sure, she could have hit him with the full can but he didn’t take Betty for that type of girl, though it wouldn’t have been the first time he was wrong. In all honesty, the biker expected her to curse him out and likely slap him across the face on her way out. He wasn’t legitimately asking or anticipating her to actually do it, as he found this tactic was the best way to scare off unwanted company.
“That is DISGUSTING!” Betty replied, unable to help herself from taking occasional quick peeks at FP’s massive set of cock and balls, still openly flopped out. Not out of lust or admiration, though it was noticeably bigger than Jughead’s in both length AND girth. But out of shock and adrenaline that a gross, older man just exposed his penis to her like that.
“It is what it is, sugar tits. Now either you make better use of that pretty little mouth than all that yappin’, and maybe I think about makin’ a guest appearance at the kiddo’s big party, or with all due respect, you can kindly get the fuck outta my home,” FP responded. He’d been eyeing her up and taking mental pictures long enough that he was honestly getting pretty eager to jerk off thinking about the fine blonde as soon as she got out of his hair.
“Wait. So you’re seriously saying that the ONLY way you will show up to your own son’s birthday… is if I give you head?” Betty reiterated, just trying to wrap her mind around the despicable offer set before her.
FP was curious at this reaction. This was all a joke. An obtusely crude one, but a joke nonetheless. But here this broad was actually considering it. Wow. Juggy either bagged himself the smartest whore or the dumbest whore in all of Riverdale. Either way, this evening was about to possibly take a MUCH more interesting turn.
“Sure am, blondie. You get Mr. Happy here to go down,” FP explained, intrigued now and beginning to squeeze and massage his veiny, uncut cock, “and I do what I can to be there tomorrow.”
Betty didn’t LOVE the offer before her… but she was also obsessively bullheaded on doing whatever it took to get FP to show up. As it was clear that FP wasn’t going anywhere as he was comfortably seated on his gross sofa, Betty picked her thick booty off the furniture and got on her knees between his legs. Once kneeling, Betty had to shuffle slightly to swipe away whatever garbage she had pressed her knee on top of. Turning her attention back to the dick right in front of her face, the blonde noted the thing was a fucking whopper! Easily the biggest Betty had ever seen, especially compared to FP’s son, who was the only man Betty had been with. Long, thick, and veiny, the behemoth was likely twice the girth and an extra 50% longer than Jughead’s. It simultaneously made Betty very nervous, but extremely exciting.
“Now show me what that mouth can do, slut,” he ordered.
Though his hand was still on the top of her head with his fist balling her hair, he was allowing the kneeling girl control. Betty used that control to open her mouth wide as she moved closer to his lap. She heard a moan from him as she took the first half of his dick into her mouth, her lips closing around his shaft and engulfing him in her moist heat. He was way too thick and long to even try deep-throating, not that Betty had needed that skill with Juggy, but she made sure she bobbed on the first half of his dick.
“Keep those pretty eyes looking up at me,” FP demanded of the young cocksucker.
With her bluish green eyes trained up at his, he pulled the teenager towards him until he felt her nose touch his lower portion of his abdomen after he leaned forward in an attempt to go deeper in her mouth. It worked, sort of, as he got an extra inch inside Betty’s mouth. The feel of her lips gliding around the very base of his dick was beyond words and after taking a moment to marvel at the occasion, he retreated her along his length until only his tip remained in her mouth.
Remembering to calm himself, FP settled his ass back on the sofa and allowed Betty to resume without his interference. The blonde took back control as she used a medium pace to push her face towards his groin, taking just over half his massive cock into her mouth. At this point, she pressed her lips around his manhood and pulled back, gliding them and her tongue back over his underbelly until only the tip was left filling her mouth. FP was enjoying the speed and depth, but his hand on the back of her head was clearly indicating he wanted her to go deeper.
Finally, as Betty went to pull her head back, she felt FP’s hand on the back of her skull preventing her retreat. “Let’s see how deep you can take it.”
Betty did her best to make that happen by loosening her throat and pushing her head down with all the strength in her neck muscles. However, his dick was just too big so all she could get was another inch or two into her gullet. However, it was sexy for FP, not only because of the new portion of his fleshy member that she was reaching, but because of the wet noises coming from the teenager’s throat.
“There you go! That’s a good girl,” FP complimented as he released his grip on her skull.
Betty played it cool by leaving her head down in his lap for an extra second, despite the need for air becoming important. Finally she pulled her mouth away, gulping down a few lungfuls of oxygen as she had much more saliva both on his dick and remaining in her mouth.
Lowering her head even more, Betty clamped her plush lips down on his shaft, much to the appreciation of FP. With his tip in her mouth now, the blonde swirled her tongue around his skin-sheathed crown before descending further down his pole. Now resting her tongue on the underside of his member, Betty bobbed her head slowly, but always making progress downwards so more of his shaft entered her. Whatever couldn’t get inside her mouth she was gently, yet firmly stroking with her hand in perfect rhythm with her bobbing head.
“Awwwkkkkkk,” Betty gagged and spluttered after holding his dick in her mouth for several long seconds.
The gag accomplished the task of coughing up a good deal of phlegm onto the man’s veiny dick, which Betty stroked along the smooth skin. Right after choking on his dick, FP instantly felt the tempo of the teenager’s bobbing speed up. With one hand holding her silky golden hair out of the way, Betty used her right hand to stroke his shaft in perfect timing with her lips gliding along behind it. FP was impressed with Betty’s ability to not have to surface for air since she began blowing him in earnest. Up and down her head rose and fell, the soft hum of her moans emitting from her mouth as she put her plump lips and excellent energy to excellent use in the messy confines of his trailer.
“That’s it! Drool all over yourself,” FP commented.
Betty had been so lost in blowing her boyfriend’s father that she hadn’t realized that the spit in her mouth had spilled over her lips and was covering her pink sweater. Letting out a low curse, even as another drool string fell onto her sweater, Betty tried to rub her saliva away with the back of her hand, not that it did any good.
“Just take it off,” FP suggested in a harsh tone, “gonna go a lot quicker if you get those bouncers o’ yours out.”
While Betty didn’t love the idea of exposing herself to this man, she acknowledged the logic that being topless wasn’t such a big deal when you were already giving the man a blowjob, so she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and yanked it over her head in one smooth motion. She hated the fact she had to put it down anywhere in the disgusting trailer, but it wasn’t like she had options. As she was twisting around to throw the sweater onto a clean-ish chair, FP had reached down and unclasped her bra before tugging it off of her in a few yanks and throwing it haphazardly onto the dirty floor. Betty’s bouncy C-cups jiggled free, adorned with soft pink nickel-sized areolas and perky gumdrop nipples.
“Damn, Becky! Some great tits for a teenager,” the old man complimented while saying the wrong name, not exactly the type to care enough to remember a whore’s name. As his hand reached down and roughly groped, he added. “My son’s a lucky boy.”
“Thanks...I think,” Betty replied, all while her hand stroked off his cock before muttering under her breath, “and it’s Betty…”
Having her tits out did nothing to slow her blowjob. In fact, FP was about to make it go even faster as he warned her he was about to fuck her face. Sure enough, Betty felt the older man’s hand tighten around her ponytail before he started to buck his hips skyward. FP was reclined enough that his ass was off the cushion, allowing him to fuck her mouth as he held her head steady and unable to retreat. Over and over his dickhead poked the back of the blonde’s throat before he pulled out a few inches, only to repeat the feat.
“Glllgggg….gllllgggg….gllllggggg,” Betty gurgled as spit was slowly pouring out of her mouth and onto his cock or settling into his thick bush of pubes.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” FP grunted, each word a result of a slow but hard jam of his dick into her mouth and throat, as far as he could fit the damn thing.
Finally after well over a minute of humping up into her face, FP settled his hips, but he didn’t cease his grip on the back of Betty’s skull. Instead, he held his dick in her mouth for another half dozen seconds with his cockhead poking the back of her mouth. To Betty’s credit, not only was she fine with the treatment, but she kept her bluish green eyes fixed up on his. Not only that, but even after he let the tension on her head go, Betty kept her face down in his lap, turning and twisting her head in a bid to get more of his cock down her throat. Finally, the need for air proved too great and Betty pulled her head back, allowing FP’s massive manhood to flop onto his stomach with a wet thug.
“Gllkkk...ggkkkk,” Betty lightly spat up, thick strings of spit still connecting her glistening, lipglossed lips to FP’s cock, which was over a foot away.
“See, you love sucking cock, don’t you?” FP asked with a cocky grin. Before she could answer, he cupped the back of her head again and shoved his dick back in her mouth.
As Betty lowered her head and accepted him back into her mouth, she decided to use the time on her knees for practice, trying out different techniques. As FP resumed his style of holding her head steady as he thrust his hips up towards her face, Betty started in the same style, which was to say her mouth open just enough so her teeth wouldn’t touch his shaft. After a dozen seconds, she parted her lips completely, which essentially gave FP free reign to fuck her face as hard and deep as possible. As copious amounts of spit started pouring out of her mouth and onto her swaying tits with every thrust, she altered her technique yet again. This time she did the complete opposite, which was pressing her lips in a tight seal around his manhood. Suddenly, the wet gurgling noises were muted, as well as the depth of his skull-fucking greatly reduced.
“Show me how deep you can go again,” FP urged, clearly not liking that last style.
Without breaking stride, Betty parted her lips wide and forced her head down. Instantly her eyes started to water slightly as his dickhead grinded against the back of her palate. This greatly pleased FP so much that the biker actually stood from the sofa, all while his dick never left her mouth. Betty had to sit taller on her knees as the tall man got to his feet, both hands clutching the back of her skull as his hips continued to slam forward towards the blonde.
“Klllkkk...kkwwwkkkk...aawwwkkkkk,” Betty gurgled and gagged.
The blonde simply kept her lips parted wide and allowed her boyfriend’s father to fuck her face as fast and deep as he wanted. It seemed like every other thrust into her mouth caused a stream of saliva to pour from the blonde’s mouth and onto the floor or her swaying tits. He was legitimately fucking her mouth and throat with the roughness and speed at which most men would fuck a pussy. At his mercy, Betty simply closed her eyes and kept her mouth open wide as FP thrust his hips into her face so his cock could batter down her gullet.
And then, just like that, Betty heard the older man bellow: “Gonna fuckin’ nut! But I want you to beg for it.”
Betty felt the pressure on the back of her head ease, so she pulled her mouth off him, wiping a large dollop of saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand as the rest hit the stained carpet. Betty wasn’t exactly a fan of swallowing cum between the taste nor the struggle to get the thick concoction down, but better than it going on her face and she had a hunch FP wouldn’t accept anywhere else. “Please, Mr. Jones. I want your cum down my throat,” she said with little conviction.
“I can’t fuckin’ hear you, slut,” FP said plainly through gritted teeth, slobbery boner rock hard pointing right at Betty’s face.
“I said, please! Please, Mr. Jones! I wanna swallow your cum!” Betty yelled, no more convincing, but with at least some volume in her voice this time.
Knowing he was close, Betty went into what she considered her ‘finishing’ technique. It amounted to her hand stroking the majority of the length as her mouth bobbed on the head and preceding few inches. Having learnt a lot about blowjobs tonight from FP, she knew he liked it fast and wet so that was the blowjob she did. Sure enough, within a handful of seconds she heard a deep grunt from the man before his hands clamped on the back of her skull again.
“Fuckkkkk! Cummmiinnnnnggggg,” FP Jones roared.
With just about all of his strength, FP pushed on Betty’s head hard and jammed his cock down her throat until those beautiful, plump lips of hers were pressed against his base. Her nose buried in his bush, his hairy ballsack pressed against her chin. That was the last warning Betty had before she felt his cock throb irregularly. Though it had taken her some time to get used to the taste of cum, Betty couldn’t help but notice how obtusely bitter FP’s was, holding it for as long as she could then letting it slide down into her belly. FP came like a racehorse, and it was about the third rigid pump of it that pushed Betty past her limit, causing her to gag and cough it back out her mouth. FP still held her head exactly where it was as a half-dozen progressively smaller squirts of warm baby batter splattered against the roof of her mouth, dripped onto her tongue before she was able to finish swallowing what she could like a good girl.
FP finally released her, pulling his throbbing pink erection from her mouth as she gasped for air and caught her bearings. “Good job, kiddo. Well, almost. Ya got some on my balls, I’m gonna need ya to clean that up,” FP commanded as Betty tried to wipe off some of the visible globs of nut from her lips and chin with her hand. Noticeable remnants of semen remained on FP’s shaft and nutsack from where Betty couldn’t handle the load, coughing some of it back onto him.
While she was being a good girl and continued to slurp up any last remaining trace of jizz, after she was satisfied she’d collected it all, she let his cock slip from her talented mouth and straightened up
“Well damn, Betty, good job. I see what Juggy sees in ya! Now is that pussy nice and wet for me?” FP asked as he bent down and picked the girl up until she was seated on the disgusting sofa.
“Excuse me?” Betty objected as his hands went for her lower half and started fidgeting with the tan skirt she was wearing, “wait! You said all I had to do was blow you!”
“Oh. Haha. No. Read the fineprint, sweetheart. What I SAID, was once Mr. Happy went away, that we’d have our deal. Does Mr. Happy look gone to you?” FP asked as he got the buckle undone to her skirt.
“No...it doesn’t,” Betty answered as she looked at the rock hard, veiny member.
“He is still VERY much here to play, wouldn't ya say?" FP added, “now, I’m not some monster. You don’t want your kitty cat to meet Mr. Happy? You wanna get your clothes back on and get the fuck outta here? Fine by me. No skin off my back, toots. But that wasn’t the deal. So what’s it gonna be?” FP asked.
Betty cursed herself for not paying attention to the details, something her mom had always taught her. Therefore, she knew that she was going to have to spread her legs for the biker, who also happened to be her boyfriend’s father. She didn’t wanna fuck him. Hell, she didn’t even want to blow him. But the only outcome she could think of worse than fucking FP was to have blown him for no reason at all. Unfortunately, she had to see this through.
FP had no reservations, taking her hesitant silence as an affirmative greenlight to continue, proceeding to yank her unbuckled skirt down her long, athletic legs. He spent a little time rubbing her juicy pussy over her panties, discovering that she was already nice and wet. His hand quickly made its way into her panties and began playing with her pussy lips, finding it slippery and slick for him.
“Keep stroking me,” FP reminded the younger girl.
Betty had forgotten all about FP’s massive dick the moment his fingers began rubbing through her pussy. As she reached out for him, she noted the little shudder the older man did as she contacted his recently climaxed cock. It seemed that being able to bust a nut and keep fucking was in the genes since Jughead was able to do the same.
“You ready to have my big dick stretching you out?” FP asked as his fingers made wet noises as they rubbed through her slit.
“Yeah...mmmm….I’m ready to have you inside me,” Betty nodded her head, telling the older man what he wanted to hear. Admittedly, she was plenty aroused and horny for cock, even if not this particular one.
“Tell me you want daddy to put this dick inside you,” FP demanded.
“Daddy, please fuck my tight pussy,” the young blonde ad-libbed a little.
FP practically yanked off Betty’s pink, wet panties in one fell swoop. Though his bedroom was less than 20 feet away, FP couldn’t be bothered to bring the teenager back there. Instead, the older man moved between Betty’s long legs before he forced her legs high and far apart.
“Wait, aren’t you gonna… ya know… put on some protection?” Betty asked bashfully.
“The fuck? Do I look like some 17 year old pussy to you? No, if we’re doin’ this, we’re doin’ it right. Got a problem with that?” FP responded condescendingly.
Betty shook her head no, making a mental note to stop and pick up some Plan B later if FP ended up finishing inside her. Betty showed off her cheerleading flexibility as she stretched them to his specifications, allowing the biker to kneel on the edge of the sofa before using his dick to slap against her slit. The teasing didn’t last long as FP’s dickhead soon caught the edge of her opening before he slowly, but purposefully pushed forward.
"Ughhh," Betty grunted as her pussy was pushed apart as far as it could without splitting in half.
FP may have been gruff, rude and generally an asshole, but he wasn’t malicious. Not all the time, at least. Knowing that the girl was only 16 and used to his son’s dick only, FP took his time with her. Between her natural juices and the saliva still coating his dick, the biker had a lot of aid in pushing forward and feeling her pussy split open for him to slide a quarter of his length into her wet hole. She was extremely tight so FP didn’t try to push any more of his massive cock into her, nor did he opt for speed just yet either.
“Oh my God! So tight,” FP grunted as he worked up to half his lengthy 11-inch cock inside the blonde’s pussy.
FP continued to push in and out of the teen’s tight snatch, which was gradually loosening. It seemed that every thrust allowed the biker to go either an inch deeper or speed up his pace. It took a few minutes, which was an eternity compared to the women he picked up at the Whyte Wyrm, none of whom he ever felt compelled to use a condom with either, but FP had finally managed to be buried balls-deep inside of Betty Cooper. Slowly removing himself from her tight sex, the Serpent had just the very tip left within her until he inserted himself back into her completely.
“Oh yes,” Betty moaned as she started to derive a good deal of pleasure from her boyfriend’s father.
Though Betty had entered into the sexual encounter under less-than-ideal circumstances, she was actually enjoying herself. She chose not to unpack that fact, considering the man making her feel so good was Jughead’s father, but the feel of his cock was like nothing she had ever experienced. It also helped that FP sure did know his way around a pussy, which was a change from Jughead, who was still finding his footing in the sexual realm.
“Look at those fat fuckin’ tits jiggling with every thrust,” the gangleader narrated before reaching out and groping one of her boobs.
FP couldn’t believe that his son could actually pull a girl like Betty Cooper. He couldn’t speak to her personality, but her body and face were out of this world. Her big, comic-book eyes looked even better as they opened so wide with pleasure every time he reached a new depth or slammed into her a little harder. Meanwhile, her tits looked amazing as they bounced in front of her, making the biker need to routinely reach down and knead the fleshy mounds, which made Betty moan in response.
Even while playing with her tits, FP was multitasking by altering his thrusting patterns. After a minute of rapid fucking using just over half his length, Jughead’s dad slowed down considerably as he powered all 11 inches of fat cock into the teen’s pussy. The varying styles was making Betty moan and scream in pleasure atop the dirty sofa as her boyfriend’s father fucked the living hell out of her.
“Tell me how your cunt feels,” FP urged as he bent down so he loomed over her, his face within inches of Betty’s.
“You're treating my pussy so good,” the blonde cooed, right on cue.
Betty was feeling her own orgasm rapidly approaching, apparently liking the feeling of having his enormous penis slamming repeatedly into her small pussy with disregard. FP had enough sex in his life to know when his partner was getting close The way Betty's sexy body would thrash around and the frequency of her moans told him that the young blonde was getting off.
He wanted to see how far along she was and the best way he knew how was to reach his arm down and extend his hand between her legs. Finally he pushed his digit into her folds and found her exposed clit and began to rub it.
"MMGGHH...Fcckkkkk," Betty screamed.
"Gonna cum for me, little girl," the gang leader asked with a shit-eating grin.
FP had his confirmation and he was pleased to see that not only was she going to cum, but that it was going to be sooner rather than later. Though it mattered little to him if Juggy’s girlfriend actually came or not, he figured her orgasm would loosen her up. With her clit still being diddled, FP took a handful of her breast before pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“All girls like that,” he hissed in her ear
"MMHMMMM....MMHMMM," Betty screamed again, as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her young life, a torrent of cum GUSHING from Betty’s blonde pussy, all over FP’s cock, pubes, and already stained sofa.
Despite the fact that he knew the orgasm would loosen the young reporter’s pussy, in the immediate time it made her wet hole clamp down on him like a vice. The older man was sure that less experienced men would have been milked of their cum and deposited their loads into the teen’s womb, but this wasn’t FP’s first rodeo. He slowed his thrusting down to a crawl with the majority of his cock balls deep in Betty as he made only small pushes in and out of her hole until she finally started to relax.
“Come taste your cum,” FP demanded as he pulled out of the blonde. “Sample all your tasty pussy juices from my cock.”
Despite the fact that she was not only cheating on Jughead, but doing so with his father of all people, Betty didn’t hesitate as she sat up from the sofa and got back on her knees. She was drawn to his cock like a moth to the flame, her eyes and brain only on that thick slab of meat. She noted the streaks of white cream around the base of his cock, no doubt left there from her orgasm a minute earlier. Curious how it tasted, the blonde extended her tongue and licked down his manhood, starting at his tip and ending at his base.
Several things hit the young girl all at once. The first was that her pussy juices tasted so freaking sweet that she needed more of them. The other was the sensation of having her pretty face pressed against the gang leader’s thick mane of pubic hair. However, if she wanted to taste the best portion of her pussy on him then it was a consequence she needed to live with. FP allowed her to simply lick and suck up all her juices from the length of his cock until he steered his tip into her mouth and began to fuck her face once more.
“Yes! There you go,” FP grunted his satisfaction. “Suck that cock baby.”
Betty had completely lost herself and was giving FP everything he wanted and more. His hand was able to drop away from her skull because the blonde was willingly impaling herself on his dick in her mouth with the same speed and savagery he desired. Over and over again, the young girl speared her mouth on his manhood, causing spit strings to spill from her mouth onto his dick, her swaying tits or the gross floor beneath.
“You know what really gets men off?” FP asked the cocksucker. “When girls are nasty. Can you be nasty for me, Betty? Nasty so that I can make my son happy by going to his birthday party?”
“Mhmmm...yes,” Betty nodded her head, about to possibly regret those words as he crouched down so his face was right in front of her’s.
“Then I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” FP disclosed, which made Betty’s face flash in uncertainty so he continued. “Has my son ever fucked that fat ass of yours?”
“No, but I don’t really...” Betty began to answer before being cut off. Honestly, that only made the prospect hotter to FP, knowing he could plant his flag where someone else hadn’t yet.
“Well, I’m sorry, honey. Your pussy was great and all, but it ain’t cuttin’ it. You want Mr. Happy gone for good… I’m gonna need your ass. And besides, don’t you want someone with a lot of experience to show you how it’s done? Someone whose cock is already drenched in saliva and cum?” FP pressed.
“I... guess that makes sense,” Betty agreed, looking at his manhood which shimmered in the dim lighting of the trailer.
“So tell me,” the man demanded, “tell me you want me to take that fuckin’ ass cherry of yours.”
Betty bought herself a moment to think, though her mind was still too occupied on making Jughead happy by throwing him the best birthday party ever. As Betty put FP’s cock in her mouth and started to give him a very wet blowjob, she knew what was about to come out of her mouth next, which was why she was giving him the sloppy suck right now.
“I want you to take... my ass cherry,” Betty answered, looking up at him with those big bluish green eyes.
FP allowed the clearly nervous girl to suck on his dick for another minute in order to occupy her mind and ice her nerves. Stepping away from her a step so his very wet cock spilled from her mouth, FP helped the kneeling girl from the floor. She wasn’t on her feet for long because FP had her laying back down on the sofa, this time on her side with her big ass twisted slightly upwards. Once again taking advantage of her cheerleading flexibility, FP pressed her upside leg up onto his shoulder in order to open her hips wide.
“That’s it,” he commented as he got settled in position.
Things were moving so fast that Betty’s mind couldn’t keep up. She understood he was rubbing...and now fingering her asshole. In truth, it felt fine, good even. As his finger continued probing and loosening her butt, Betty focused on calming her breathing and staying relaxed and loose. Brain still fogged, she felt the older man slide his dick into her pussy fully, but slowly with the intention of applying a good deal of her natural pussy juices onto his manhood to act as lubricant.
Betty felt his dick leave her pussy, at which point he spit on his own fingers before using the phlegm to rub around her crinkled asshole. Finally ready, FP dragged his cock through her pink slit, over the small patch of skin separating her holes, then over her butthole. He applied pressure when his tip butted against her asshole and watched as his dickhead slowly speared past the insanely tight anal ring before stopping when his tip had disappeared from sight. The combination of the wetness of his shaft, sheer willpower of the hopeful girl and how he had loosened her with his fingers had helped significantly. Betty still grunted as his tip disappeared into her dirt road, but it was minimal with all things considered.
“Wow! That’s a tight little asshole,” FP commented as he pushed another inch forward. “There you go!”
“Ahhhh,” Betty softly groaned in pain at the extremely forgeign sensation.
No sooner had he penetrated her bowels, FP started to make small thrusts, barely using more than the bulbous head of his cock. After a dozen tiny strokes, FP kept pushing into the much younger woman’s colon until half of his 11 inch cock was soaking in her. From there, he settled back into his mini-thrusts, but every handful of strokes, the Serpent would push a little more cock into Betty’s bowels.
"Fucking tight," he grunted.
Always thinking of more, FP started to push further inside and go faster almost at the same time. This caused the curvy blonde to groan more and he noted the tendons of the back of her hands tighten. He figured that it may be too much too soon, so he slowed his thrusting down but kept it so that it was three-quarters of his length sliding in and out of her ass. Having felt like he hit a figurative wall, FP surprised the blonde by withdrawing from her asshole. It wasn’t for long, only long enough to flip her leg over so they were stacked on top of each other, allowing him a better view of her thick ass
"This how you like it in your ass?" he asked after pushing half his 11 inches back inside her booty in one push.
"Yeah...just like that," she replied in a soft tone. "I like that."
They both grunted and groaned, but neither were making intelligible words for the next few minutes as FP started working back up to his fast speed. He was pleasantly surprised that the anal virgin could not only handle the deep anal fucking, but was actually seeming to enjoy herself. Or at least not hate it. Just like before, a dozen rapid thrusts were followed by a slow, deeper one that added an extra inch until his stomach was finally thumping against Betty’s curvy cheeks with each fuck. He started to get a little carried away, combining the deep and rapid thrusts at the same time, which made the inexperienced blonde start to clamp down hard on his manhood. Knowing he needed to relax her again, FP surprised Betty by pulling out of her ass, only to immediately slide into her pussy and go balls deep.
“Oh wow!” Betty’s eyes shot wide open as the burning sensation that was developing in her ass soon gave way to extreme pleasure of having her pussy fucked again.
“Is that my pussy?” FP asked as he fucked her wet snatch again.
After performing a dozen balls deep thrusts back in her pretty pussy, FP pulled out and popped his dick back into her asshole. His ass-to-pussy distraction technique worked perfectly because half his dick pierced her butthole in the first thrust. As he started to fuck her, FP found he was able to go at his top speed, albeit only using the first 5 inches of his manhood, but that was quickly improving by the passing minutes.
“My pussy,” FP stated, sliding from her ass to her snatch again. “And my ass,” he added after slipping into her asshole again.
“Mmm...aahhh...ooohhhh,” Betty moaned as she was kept completely off balance by his approach of switching back and forth, sometimes after one thrust, and other times after a dozen.
"You like my big cock in your tiny asshole," he asked, noting the fact she was now moaning as he went balls deep in her booty with all the speed he could muster.
"Yes," Betty answered.
“Say it,” FP barked as he buttfucked Betty hard and fast.
“I… I like your big cock in my tiny asshole,” Betty practically screamed and meant it as she expertly weathered the onslaught of her virgin ass.
Over and over again her expansive asshole stretched to what had to be her limit in order to accommodate his eager probing. The side lying positioning offered the main advantage of allowing FP to watch her phat ass quake with each thrust he did into her. After all, the teen’s booty was firm, wide and rather beefy, making it the ideal booty for anyone's tastes.
"Ffuucckkkk," the Serpent hissed as he pushed back into her ass.
This time FP didn't need to start slow since they had already loosened her up from their first round. Picking it back up where they left off, FP was stroking his entire length into her boundless ass within seconds. Over and over her ass rippled as his hips smacked against the curvy muscle, pitching the teen forward only for his arms to rear her back simultaneously.
“Cum for me...daddy,” Betty urged as the hard anal fuck continued for quite some time.
"Gonna...cum...soon," FP warned between thrusts, each one stronger and feeling more penetrative than the last.
"Mhmm...oh...cum right on my ass," Betty begged, feeling him becoming more erratic which signalled his imminent orgasm.
"No...in your ass," he groaned, not able to withstand any more of her vice-like booty.
“Sure. Whatever daddy wants,” Betty grunted, knowing her time was almost over.
Rearing back one last time FP plunged as deep into her rectum as he possibly could. Holding himself pressed inside her, the older Serpent released his seed, pumping his thick cum against the deepest walls of her bowels. Betty felt the last stab of his cock and knew what was coming. She could actually feel his load splashing inside her rectum, coating her with the oddly warm fluid.
“Jesus Christ,” an exhausted FP grunted as he pulled his finally deflated cock from her ass for the last time.
Betty looked over and saw the soft cock now hanging between the older man’s legs. She held off pumping a fist in the air, but she did smile brightly, knowing that she had finally accomplished her goal. As FP sat his sweaty body on the sofa, Betty went in search of her clothing and started to get dressed. As she pulled her panties back on, already she could feel the creampie leaking out of her thoroughly fucked asshole. It felt weird having the sticky fluid smearing her underwear as she moved, but she figured that was the price of doing business.
“Party is tomorrow night. Try to be there by 9pm please,” the recently assfucked teenager informed the older man who admittedly had no intentions of following through on his end of the deal. But hey, let that be an important life lesson for Betty. “And, this goes without saying, but please don’t tell Juggy about … this,” Betty left FP.
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Girls of Riverdale	By : TheChemist Category: M through R > Riverdale Views: 12293 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Girls of Riverdale