Betty in charge

Reggie wasn't too eager to share Betty's sweet pussy with his rival, Archie. But after Betty made it clear that it was her way or no more pussy, Reggie quickly agreed to follow her lead.

At Betty's direction, Reggie picked up his clothing that had been scattered about the room and dumped them into Betty's closet. When the doorbell rang, Reggie slipped into the closet, proping the door open slightly so that he could see the room.

Betty hurried to her window and quietly called down after the second ring of the bell, "Archie, the door is open. Come in and get up her!"

Betty sat down on her bed and waited. In a couple of minutes Archie appeared at her door. He was dressed in his usual chinos, white shirt, and sweater vest. He looked annoyed.

"Betty!" he growled, "I told you to be ready. I wanted to see you in your dress!"

"Archie Andrews!" Betty spoke slowly and with authority. "You get this straight. I am not your ****. If you want more pussy, you are going to have to play by my rules. I want you to get over here, kneel on the floor, and eat my pussy. If you get me off good, I might let you stick your dick into me."

Archie hesitated. He was amazed at the change in Betty's attitude. Reggie was hoping that the red-headed boy would refuse; he would have Betty to himself then. But Archie wanted more of what he had gotten that afternoon. He quickly crossed the room, dropped to the thick shag carpet, and lowered his face toward Betty's pussy.

Archie noticed that Betty's light blonde fuzz was matted with fresh, sticky cum. More of the white jizz was oozing from Betty's juicy pussy. Again, Archie hesitated.

"Get your tongue in there, Archie," Betty grabbed the boy's red hair, "otherwise you'll never see this pussy again!"