The mid-morning sun played peek-a-boo with the retreating fog, creating elusive sparkles of light on the wood paneled wall dotted with oil paintings, etchings and photographs exhibited by hopeful striving local artists of the San Francisco coffee house. Overhead healthy, vibrant ferns smiled back at the sunshine as it danced in dark shadows, promising a warm clear day, a rarity for Northern California winters -- infamously dark and damp. Late risers, with sleep still blurring their vision, sipped moodily at their cappuccino and expresso coffees, a smile of relief brightening their faces with the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee that made their nostrils flare. It was a ritual for some who came to enjoy the morning with friends, and a necessity for others.
In the informal atmosphere of the coffee house setting unique to San Francisco, the chatter of idle conversation combined with the clank of coffee cups slapping saucers created a deafening din. People sat taciturn, writing letters or painting in water colors, dipping paint brushes into murky colored water glasses and staring out the window in their precious moments of creation. Whether acknowledged by a passive nod of the head or an abrupt wave of the hand offering to share a table, everyone seemed to know each other except for a shy looking blonde girl dressed in heavy sweater and Levi's who at her singly shared table, sat desperately reading through the Want Ads of the San Francisco Chronicle.
With her blonde cascading hair falling over her shoulders in golden halo's of the sun, Betsy Akerman unconsciously swirled her tiny spoon around the rim of her cappuccino and raised it to her full red mouth, savoring the last bit of sweetness. A blunt end of a pencil circled a phone number advertising: "One liberal-minded female to share large Noe Valley flat with women." A flutter of excitement ran through the young twenty-two year old as she nibbled on the eraser of her stubby pencil. Despite her sorrows, it was with a freshness of feeling that she scribbled down the phone number in her address book.
Betsy Akerman, recently graduated from a Lutheran college in Iowa, had planned to be married to her Biblical History Professor's son until the evening of the tragedy two months ago. Since then she had moved from her aunt and uncle's home in the rural area of Iowa to live in San Francisco where opportunities abounded, so she was told by several college friends who'd moved from the farm belt to the liberal state of California.
Deep in thought, the blonde woman's smile suddenly gave way to the same familiar ache that started in her stomach and warmed its way up to her slender throat where it seemed to stick, wedged in her voice box leaving her mute and unable to express the burning torment that lingered in her soul. Betsy licked the lingering sweetness of the sugared coffee from her lips and thought back on that night, only a week before their wedding.
Don and Betsy had walked hand in hand from the movie theater to the parked car, giggling over the Mel Brooks production of Blazing Saddles. It was a movie that Don had been trying to see forever, and this, one of their last official dates he had insisted, saying, "When we're married, Betsy, you'll be damn lucky if you ever get out of the bedroom!"
As was Don's normal habit of courtship, they had driven up the bluff road overlooking the Mississippi River and parked, staring up into the starlit sky with wide eyes of anticipation. But on this particular night, Don had gotten too carried away in his amour. The car radio was turned on an AM station and the disc jockey was announcing the number one hit of the country when Don edged his fingers slowly upwards along the nylon-encased thigh of his fianc�e. Already he could feel the quickening of his blood and the faint stirring of his rapidly awakening cock. Betsy was motionless, her hands clenched tightly around his neck, her face buried in his chest. He could feel the softness of her gently palpitating breasts pressed against him, and he was enveloped by the exciting warmth of her enticing nearness.
He continued to trace his hesitant path along the plane of her long tapered leg, his fingers getting nearer to the edge of her stocking-top. He heard his fianc�e gasp as they came into electrifying contact with the softly trembling warm flesh of her naked inner thigh, and then, emboldened by her lack of protest, he slid his questing fingers under the tight elastic leg band of her panties.
"Noooo, no please don't ... " Betsy whimpered, quickly closing her legs together, trying to block out the searching fingers of her husband-to-be.
But Don ignored her plea. Already he could feel the first softly curling wisps of her sparse blonde pubic hair, and of its own unchecked volition, his outstretched middle finger moved temptingly closer to the moistly quivering furrow of her virginal cunt.
A tiny moan of suppressed passion escaped Betsy's wetly parted lips when she felt the first searing contact of his cool searching finger on the wet velvety flesh of her cunt, and for a long moment, her aroused young voluptuous body begged her mind to let him go ahead.
But a warning voice sounded in the depths of her befogged mind. Your wedding day is less than a week away ... you can't spoil things now ... you've got to wait ...
Conflicting thoughts raced through her dazed consciousness with lightning speed. She wanted to make love to Don ... she loved him with all her heart and her awakened young body cried out helplessly for the fulfillment that she knew that he could give her ... for the lovingly passionate satisfaction that his excitingly probing fingers were hinting at as they stroked the blood-swollen outer lips of her pulsating pussy.
But she couldn't give in. She couldn't strike from her mind the picture of herself floating up the aisle, swathed in white which to her symbolized purity. If she relented and let Don make love to her now, she knew she just couldn't go through the charade of a white wedding with Don's father officiating the ceremony. She would feel cheap, sluttish.
"No, no, Don ... Please stop, darling ... " she insisted again, determinedly pulling his hand away from under her wrinkled skirt.
"Please darling, you must understand ... wait, for just a few days ... "
Don felt a dull knot of resentment explode inside him, and in spite of all his love and affection for the beautiful young girl, he couldn't stop himself from verbally taking out his anger on his lovely young bride to be.
"What the hell difference does a few days make?" he snapped angrily. "I've waited patiently for over two years, and now you won't even let me touch you. Christ! I could have had any choice of the cheerleaders this season, but instead I wait for you! What's wrong with you anyway -- are you becoming frigid or something?" the hefty football player snarled.
Tears stung Betsy's eyes, and she wanted to break away and run back home. How could he talk to her like that? ... he was supposed to love her ... he was the preacher's son, pure and innocent. But he did love her, at least he'd said so many times. They'd talked this over on countless occasions, and they'd both agreed to wait. Didn't he realize how important it was to her?
A pang of guilt stabbed at Don's heart as he looked down at the silent, quivering form beside him. He thought Betsy had never looked so desirable as she did now. Her light hair framed her pale, almost wan face, and she looked excitingly child-like and vulnerable.
He knew, and kept reminding himself that she set great store by her virginity, and deep down, he realized that he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. But, they were almost man and wife now, and she still wouldn't let him touch her leg! He could see her firm young thigh, gleaming whitely in the half-light of the car, and he wanted to reach out and touch it again. He wanted to feel its impelling softness beneath his fingers, to sense the passionate pulsing just below the surface. But he was afraid to! If he did, she'd probably pull away again, and he just couldn't stand it when she did that. It made him feel as if she didn't want him or love him ... almost as if he was repulsive to her. He told himself that he was just over-reacting, but he couldn't shake loose that feeling. It's just pre-wedding nerves, he reassured himself as he reached again for his trembling fianc�e.
"I'm sorry darling," he apologized, "it's just that I lost my head. I love you so much ... I just couldn't help myself."
His arms tightened around her and he bent his head, his mouth hot and eager for her softly yielding lips.
But something froze at that moment inside Betsy. She was glad that he had apologized, but if only he hadn't wanted to kiss her again. Not that she didn't like his kisses, because she certainly did, but it was just that ... Oh God, why can't he treat me like a person, instead of a ... a body!
Abruptly, she pulled back out of his embrace, her face flaming.
"Sex! That's all you men ever think about!" she accused venomously. ''You think that a kiss will make up for everything! That it will make me forget how you've hurt me by calling me 'frigid' ... simply because I won't give in to your ... your animal desires."
As soon as the words came out, Betsy knew she shouldn't have said them.
Even in the dim light of the car, she could see an ugly mask of anger transform her fiance's usually amiable face, and instinctively, she shrank back against the seat.
"Oh, Don darling, I didn't mean that ... " she whispered frantically, her heart pounding.
He stared at her, speechless with fury. He kept telling himself silently to take it easy, that she was nervous about the wedding too. But it was no use. The seething resentment over her rejection of his caress flared into new life, and he couldn't stop the cauldron of his fast rising anger from boiling over in a raging torrent.
"You goddamn bitch! How dare you say a thing like that? What do you know about sex anyway, a frigid little prude like you? It's obvious all you care about is the ring on your finger and someone to bring home a pay check to you. Better yet a Minister's son. That makes it all the rosier, doesn't it?"
"It's not true, it's not true ... I love you, Don, you know that ... " Betsy sobbed helplessly, cut in two by her fiance's cruel taunts.
"Love! you don't even know what the fuck that means! You won't even let me touch you! Me! Who'll be your husband in less than a week"
Betsy had had enough. Her pride wouldn't let her take any more abuse, particularly when she believed that it was all Don's fault. He should have known better than to have made that lewd advance to her, especially after they had come to their agreement about not going all the way until they were married.
"We'll see about that!" she retorted hotly, twisting clumsily at her engagement ring. "Maybe you won't be my husband in a week's time after all -- or ever!"
But she couldn't get the tight-fitting ring off. Already she could feel her knuckle beginning to swell, and knew that it wouldn't slip off now for a couple of hours.
"What do you mean by that?" Don insisted, his face livid.
Blind rage and hurt goaded Betsy into a stormy reply.
"Just what I said. Maybe I don't want to marry you after all. I think I've just changed my mind about becoming Mrs. Davidson, so you won't have to worry about having a frigid wife!"
Tears rushed to her eyes as she groped for her purse, and then reached over to open the car door.
"Now, wait a minute honey ... " he began soothingly, his hands restraining her.
"Take your hands off me or I'll scream!" Betsy threatened, pulling her arm out of his grasp.
"Look, Betsy, let's not fight ... "
Betsy could feel her heart melting. She didn't want to break off with Don, or even to have a fight with him like this, but at the same time, she just couldn't let him walk all over her the way he was doing. She had to let him see that she meant what she said. He had promised her that he wouldn't force her into doing anything she didn't want to do, and now he was doing his best to break that promise.
"We can talk about this tomorrow," she said coolly, "when you're in a more reasonable mood!"
"Reasonable!" Don exploded, "who the hell are you to talk about reason! You're acting like an old maid that someone had the nerve to whistle at!"
"How dare you?"
Betsy couldn't take it any longer. Don was just unbearable tonight, and seemed determined to make her feel as miserable as possible. She reached for the door handle again, but once more, Don pulled her back.
"Now just stay put, and we'll get to the bottom of this."
Betsy stared at him, her eyes blazing.
"There's nothing to talk about. You insulted me with your animalistic behavior, treating me like some cheap whore off the street, and I've had just about enough. Now, let me go."
"If that's what you think of me ... " Don hissed furiously, "I will show you how I'd really treat a "cheap whore" as you call it ... "
He reached down suddenly and wetly ground his mouth against her unsuspecting lips, bruising them in a tight, demanding kiss. His teeth grazed her tender mouth, and his tongue forced its way into the moist warmth of her mouth.
Betsy drummed her fists against his chest, her angry cries of protest muffled by his savage kiss. She tried to break away from his brutal embrace, but he held her in a vise-like hug, and she was powerless against his onslaught.
She drew in her breath sharply when she felt his hand moving up the front of her blouse, and then ...
"No ... Oh God, no!" she gasped, as a harsh tearing sound rent the air and she realized he was tearing her blouse open! She felt a rush of coolness on her fearfully palpitating breasts, and then the searching firmness of his fingers as they stroked and squeezed the quivering softness of her naked flesh. Her brain began to reel with fear and trepidation, and icy digits of apprehension clutched at her pounding heart.
"Please, Don, please!" she moaned helplessly, as she felt his hand reach around to her back. Then, in a moment, her ripely budding breasts were free. He had unloosened her brassiere! She could feel the nipples hardening into turgidity, and immediately, Don's fingers closed in around them, rubbing and tweaking them unmercifully, making her wince with pain.
She heard him draw in his breath with excitement, and lower down, she could sense, rather than feel, the awakening hardness of his cock between his thighs. Oh God, what's happening? she asked herself fearfully. What can I do? Oh dear God in heaven, what can I do?
Her heart was thumping loudly and her skin felt cold and icy. She didn't know whether she should try to calm him down, or to plead with him. The strange out-of-character way he was behaving, she was almost afraid to do anything but sit there. Her instincts told her to fight, to object, but she knew in her heart that such a move would be the wrong one. God only knew what he'd do then.
Don lowered his mouth and enclosed her little berry-like nipples between his lips, and began to titillate it with his teeth and tongue. A flush of shame crept over Betsy's face as she realized how she must look ... sitting half-naked in the car, with Don kissing and stroking her completely exposed breasts! What if anyone came by and saw them? What if her aunt went for a. drive up the bluffs and saw her? She knew that it was completely unlikely, because it was so late, but embarrassment and mortification made her thoughts run riot.
"Please, Don, I'm sorry ... let's make up ... " she sobbed suddenly, unable to hold back. She couldn't let things go on like this ... there was no telling where it would stop.
But Don's only answer was to push her unceremoniously back against the seat, and then his hands were tugging at her skirt, rolling the edges up over her smoothly curving hips to reveal her tight little white panties which could not conceal her prominently protruding pubic mound up between her legs.
Betsy began to panic. Fear welled up inside her and engulfed her with choking terror, and she began to kick and scratch with renewed strength. But Don seemed oblivious to her struggles as he continued to pull up her skirt, revealing the promising entirety of her futility twisting panty-clad hips. He could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair through the diaphanous fabric, and he felt the blood quickening inside the engorged veins of his massively pulsating cock. Without a word, he dug his fingers into the tender flesh of both stocking-encased thighs and brutally pulled them apart. Betsy was almost flat on her back on the leather car seat, her lush body heaving with pitiful sobs as she futility tried to pull down her skirt and cover her nakedly gleaming breasts at the same time.
"Don! Don, please ... " she begged miserably. "I'll do anything you want, but please stop ... "
A small part of Don's passion-demented brain softened at her pleading. He wanted to relent, to take her in his arms and hold and kiss her gently ... but he couldn't forget her disgust and obvious revulsion when he had tried that before. No, her insults had cut him to the quick, and he couldn't forget her derisive taunts. His masculine pride was wounded, and could not only be repaired by taking revenge.
His eyes widened as he saw the faintly moist pinkness of her trembling cuntal furrow shimmering through the flimsy covering of her panties, and of their own volition, his hands reached down and began to ease off the panties down over her frantically squirming hips. He could see clearly the dark straying wisps of her vaginal curls, and his throat suddenly went dry as he saw, for the first time the full splendor of her nakedly revealing cuntal split as he tugged the little nylon covering down to her mid-thigh. With a loud, animal-like growl, he ripped the offending garment from her fearfully trembling legs.
A cold shudder of fear coursed up Betsy's spine when she realized that she was almost completely naked. Her skirt was bunched up round her waist, and she was still wearing her stockings and garter belt, but apart from that her sensually cowering body was totally bare. She could hardly bring herself to believe that it was her fiance, Don, who was doing this to her. Don, was always so gentle and loving, so kind and considerate. Don, whom she knew almost as well as herself ... the man -- brute, really -- who was forcing her into the unbelievable degradation, who was shaming the very sacred motion of their wedding by his lewd action.
Never in her wildest dreams had she expected that one of their last 'dates' together would culminate in his brutal treatment. No, she had never dreamed such a happening was possible, and yet, right now, he was stroking and fingering her wetly throbbing cuntal slit, completely oblivious to her humiliation and resentment.
Disbelievingly, she heard the whine of a zipper, and couldn't resist glancing down. She gasped audibly when she saw that Don was withdrawing his huge, blood-filled cock from his fly and was holding it in his hand. No, it can't be ...
She turned glittering, beseeching eyes on her lust-maddened fiance. Her thoughts were swimming and she was sure it must be a terrible nightmare, and that she'd wake up soon and find it was all over.
Her eyes kept returning involuntarily to the visibly pulsating shaft of hard male flesh poised between her defenselessly widespread thighs, and it seemed to her frightened gaze that it grew and expanded even more with each passing second. She had never seen a naked male cock before, and it seemed so frighteningly huge and grotesque, with the flaring rubbery head surmounting a thick white shaft of hard flesh.
Don was edging it closer to the helplessly trembling valley up between her quivering thighs, and the realization dawned in a sickening thud in the recesses of her brain. He's going to make love to me! Oh, God! He's actually going to stick that huge thing up inside me! She didn't want to believe it. All her rational feelings fought against the admission of what was about to happen to her and she told herself, again and again, that Don would stop now ... that he'd take her in his arms and tell her he was sorry ... that he didn't mean it. But even as she tried to convince herself, she knew that she was wrong.
"Oh ... no! Please ... someone! Help me! Don't spoil my wedding like this!" she silently screamed in numbed disbelief. It was about to happen to her. She had heard of it happening to other girls, but she had always felt that love -- true and pure -- would protect her. Weeping futility, she knew all her dreams of a white wedding were about to be destroyed by this one moment of animal lust, by this long hard column of male flesh about to fuck into her most cherished possession ... her virginity!
"Oh God Don, don't ... please don't ... " she sobbed out suddenly, just as Don lunged forward, his eyes fixed and staring, mesmerized by the sight of Betsy's moistly quivering pink pussy, nestling so enticingly up between the milky white columns of her fearfully trembling thighs. He fucked forward, holding the hard throbbing rod of his cock steady, guiding it into the tight virginal opening of his fianc�e's cunt.
"Nooooooooo ... " Betsy shrieked in shock, flailing her hips wildly when she felt the first unsuspected contact of heated masculine flesh against her wetly throbbing cuntal lips.
But the sex-maddened fiance answered her with strong hands trembling over the velvety smoothness of her supple thighs, kneading the flesh, grasping it in ripples between his fingers.
Sensing her anxious dread, he tried to be gentle, but in his lustful state he leaned over her, pausing in ravishment to kiss her hungrily on her ripe breasts, sucking the quivering nipples so hard that low groans of surprise where torn from the girl beneath him.
He gripped the tender flesh of her upturned thighs tightly, forcing her vulnerable crevice up even further, clearly visible to him now. The lips leading to her soft, wet channel which was to give him long awaited delight, were there, unprotected.
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh ... oh God! Oh God! Stop!"
Her moans of helpless surprise reverberated throughout the car and fell, mockingly it seemed to her, around her deafened ears. At that moment, when Don's long lust-stiffened cock penetrated her tightly stretched cuntal lips, she felt as if the world, her special world, had come to an end. Things would never be the same again. She didn't mind the momentary pain, the humiliation. She could tolerate that. What she couldn't bear was the realization that the dream that she had nurtured since puberty, of coming willingly and lovingly to her husband on her wedding night, was crudely and irrevocably shattered by Don's action in the front seat of his 1971 Oldsmobile ...
"Oh God ... Don ... " she sobbed. "No more. No mooooo-oooore!"
She moaned as Don plowed forward like a mechanized man. His brain was dulled and numb, and he resolutely blocked out any vestige of outrage and self-degradation that was forming there. His hands tightened around Betsy's nakedly thrashing hips as he continued to fuck his hard, driving cock deep into her heatedly clenching virginal depths. He was beyond all control, all his thoughts centered on fucking the voluptuously beautiful girl who was soon to be his bride. He had waited so long, dreamt of this moment so often, that the realization that what he was doing wasn't right, couldn't hold him back.
Circumstances meant nothing to him ... all that mattered now was the fact that he was finally sinking his lust-bloated cock to the hilt in her soft, warmly opening depths. For a long moment, he held his wildly pulsating cock as deep as he could inside her heatedly quivering cunt, feeling the tightness of her clinging inner walls that were now beginning to secrete their own lubricants, much to his relief. The little bitch would enjoy it after all! Then he began to withdraw his wetly glistening cock slowly and carefully. When only the lust-swollen cock head was still enclosed just inside her tightly clasping pussy lips, he plunged forward again, heedless of her loud moans of half pleasure, half pain.
It was not long before Betsy's mind drifted from white wedding gowns and white-on-white wedding cake. Her whole being felt as if some miraculous force had unlocked all her muscles, leaving them just hanging loose and useless around her frame. Some faint voice deep in her mind told her she should resist, that she should not let this animal on top of her treat her so crassly. But now she could feel the warmth of her body surging from her cunt to her brain telling her to relax. The inner lubrications of Betsy's rapidly adjusting pussy began to secrete, and when they did, the discomfort magically melted away to be replaced by a wantonly exciting sensation of pure pleasure. Her eager young pussy flowered open around his thick cock, and she felt the tremors of pleasure beginning to swirl around and around deep inside her. Almost frantically she began to fuck back, sweeping her hips upward and spreading her thighs even further apart to allow him even deeper access to her love-starved pussy.
Within seconds -- relying on some instinctive knowledge she hadn't know existed -- she began moving in unison with him. When he was withdrawing, she pulled back sharply, her sensitive inner membranes pulling convulsively on the wonderfully thick cock. When he fucked into her, she dipped her pelvis as she raised her hips, crooning in ecstasy as her erect little clitoris was rubbed by the entire hotly sliding length of his prick.
Above her, Don couldn't believe this was his virginal bride to be who was moaning, "Oooooohhh yessss, Don ... ooooohhhhhyyyyyeeesssss ... " through passion clenched teeth. Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around . his neck, and below, her legs jerked wildly in response to his rapid fucking. Her eagerness softened his anger. She eagerly clung to him, joining her nakedly fucking body with him, anxious for complete union.
Yess, she thought, this is the way it will be ... forever. Don and Betsy making love every night ... every minute that we're together.
Above her, Don could feel the quickening rhythm of his downward thrust, and then, the confines of the car began to swim around him. Frantically he began to batter against Betsy's openly inviting cunt, plunging furiously into the tight little opening up between her legs, as hoarse, incoherent sounds of lust bubbled from his throat.
Even in her ignorance, Betsy could sense that Don was close to climax. Oh God, she thought, please, not before me. Don't leave me like this. Give me more, oh God!
Don's body stiffened like iron and hovered for a long moment, before crashing down, fucking his lust hardened thickness deep into her newly opened cunt. Almost immediately, she felt the first hot spurts of his heated male sperm gushing into her cuntal passage, seeping into the warm darkness of her quivering womb. For what seemed like an eternity, he spewed his white thick cum into the thinly-bearded mouth up between her legs, until, with an animalistic grunt, he collapsed on top of her. She felt the limp expanse of his now lifeless cock slip from her wet, forever-expanded pussy, leaving her feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.
Oh my God, the newly deflowered young woman sighed to herself, he's completely satiated and I still want more. But how can I tell him that? How can I let him know I need to have a climax too? The shy young blonde lay there on the front seat of the Oldsmobile gritting her teeth together in attempt to hold back the groan of desire that was still smouldering in her body. Her legs twitched involuntarily, but Don did not notice.
She lay there hoping, wishing he would notice her condition or at least ask her if she was satisfied. Wasn't that the way it was supposed to be? Wasn't it supposed to be shared?
Before she knew what was happening, Don was sliding up off her limp body still jerking with needing gratification and pulling his pants up to his waist, she heard the zip sound of his zipper. It was all stuffed away now behind that damned metal zipper, she sighed. Now she would have to wait for her wedding night to be fulfilled after all. Maybe it's just as well, she reasoned silently as she felt a pile of clothes being dumped on her naked body.
"That was wonderful, Betsy." Don yawned, shaking his head.
"Yeah. Wasn't it though?" she answered sneeringly.
Don did not notice.
They drove home, Betsy snuggled up to him adjusting the radio station. With her head resting on his shoulder, bobbing up and down as he shifted gears, Betsy felt hopelessly awake and alert. It would probably be another sleepless night -- one spent writhing on the bed, just as she'd done several times after dates with Don. But when they were married she would never have to experience that frustration again.
They said goodbye at the door, with wet kisses shared under the yard light of her aunt and uncle's home.
It was with happiness that Betsy fell asleep that night after an hour spent writing in her personal journal. But that happiness lasted only eight hours. Early the next morning a phone call disrupted that bliss, tearing it apart. A low voice said, "Don is dead. He's been killed in a car crash just outside of Dubuque. Crossing a bridge."
And that ended the first saga in the disquieting life of Betsy Akerman.
Chapter Two
Betsy was busily thumbing through the Want Ad pages when she heard the chair opposite her scrape on the hardwood floor.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Oh ... Oh, not at all."
The blonde raised her head to greet a dark-haired man with longish hair that curled fashionably at the tips of his ears and his goatee sported a hint of gray.
He sat watching her copy down another phone number, paying special heed to the way she executed each letter -- artfully.
"Art teacher? School teacher?"
"How did you know?" said the young Midwestern girl, her eyes widening in amazement. "I'm an elementary art teacher!"
His long finger pointed to the regularity and precision in spacing between each letter. "That's how. Art teachers all write the same." And then, "By the way, my name is Tim. Tim Bradshaw." He offered his hand across the small spool table separating the distance between them.
"And I'm Betsy Akerman."
His eyes lowered to her newspaper. "Looking for a place to live? Are you from out of town?"
"Yes," sighed the young blonde, pulling back an obdurate strand of honey colored hair that often fell over her forehead, blocking her vision. She tucked it behind her ear. "I'm from Dubuque. That's in Iowa," she offered with a laugh. "I'm sure you've never heard of it. Not that I blame you, believe me." She annunciated the last two words carefully, showing off her even pearl-white teeth unconsciously.
"Visiting? Moving?" Tim made himself comfortable, resting his elbows on the table.
"Moving ... hopefully," she laughed. "Just as soon as I can find a place to move into. It's not easy you know, trying to find a comfortable place and all right away." Betsy felt a warm glow flooding her body; it was such a relief having someone to talk to, really talk to, someone who would understand and Tim seemed understanding and interested.
"Where have you been staying?" he asked with inquisitive eyes.
"With a friend of mine from college. But she lives down in Sunnyvale, she's a teacher, too," added the voluptuous blonde with a flutter of her long dark eyelashes, "but I wouldn't live down there for anything!"
Tim smiled at her, friendly and openly. "So I take it you're looking for a job and a place to live."
Betsy nodded, a mock sneer crossing her lips that made her perky upturned nose wiggle.
"I don't mean to discourage you," he continued, staring into her olive green eyes, "but it's not easy getting a job in California -- any kind of job. Maybe you should just take something -- anything -- until you have a chance to find a job you really want. California is a weird place for teachers. Be careful or you'll get stuck out in Hunters Point where the kids stab each other in hallways and take acid and freak out."
"W-h-a-t?" Betsy's red mouth ovalled in disbelief. "Yikes! God! No! No thank you."
Tim beamed at the way her eyes lit up when she spoke emphatically. So spontaneous and free, he thought to himself. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to let her move into our flat for a little while. Would at least be a diversion from that bitchy Eilleen -- that slut. Ever since she took that job down on Broadway stripping in front of those horny out-of-town businessmen she thinks she's too good for me. We'll just see how she dances to the tune of this blonde stick of dynamite swishing through the house.
"Listen, Betsy." He rested his slender hand on her arm, looking her straight in the eyes. "We have an extra room in our flat -- just up the street." He turned toward the window where the sunlight danced in prisms .catching the surface of a piece of crystal chandelier sporting a "For Sale" sign, and with a sweep of his hand, pointed up the street to a hill top. "It's up there on top of Twin Peaks. We have a view and a fireplace, plus a backyard for sun bathing when the weather cooperates."
"Far out!" Betsy set down her pencil and tucked away her tattered address book.
And so innocent, he told himself with a broad grin lighting his face. Christ! How many girls in this town would even let you suggest such a thing?
"How long have you been living there?"
"Five years. Came here from back east -- Boston ... "
As he talked, Betsy listened intently -- but with only one ear -- thinking, I wonder if this is such a good idea. Somehow it seems too sudden. But then maybe he's really sincere and wants to help me. I guess I can let him help me get my life together again; if nothing else I enjoy his company.
" ... and after graduating from NYU I moved to San Francisco to look for a job."
"And what do you do now?" asked the young blonde, her attention once more riveted on the handsome gregarious man seated across from her.
"I'm ... shall I say, self-employed?" He chuckled lightly. "I'm an artist. Can't you tell?" He looked down at his paint-splattered clothes. "Guess it shows, huh?"
"Where's your studio?"
"At home. I have the well lit room in the back off the kitchen. It's my own little heaven back there. Sometimes I get up around six to watch the sun come up -- very inspirational time of the day -- and then again I'll sleep till noon and stay up all night working. So you can see, I'm choosey about who I live with."
"Oh! I can relate to that!" Betsy nodded her head, sharing one of those rare moments when the irascible temperament of artist meeting artist draws two people together rather than dividing into two very separate egos. "I went through that with my roommate in college. She was a psychology major and, boy, she had everything figured out -- including why I wanted to paint at night instead of during the day ... something about the darkness of my limitless libido finding expression only at night when no one was watching." The young blonde positioned her right hand over her heart in a dramatic gesture that brought a wide smile of appreciation from her newly found friend.
"Tell you what, Betsy. I'll give you my phone number and address. Why don't you come over this evening around say, eight and you can see the place if you're interested. I have some errands I have to take care of today. I'm working on a commission job for a mural in a restaurant downtown and I have to submit a mock-up for them this afternoon. As usual," he said with a sigh of self-denigration, "I've put it off til the last minute." He tore a scrap from the coffee-stained napkin and reaching for her pencil, scribbled some numbers on the flimsy paper and handed it to her.
Betsy contemplated the tall dark figure waving at her as his slender frame passed by the window just feet away from her table. Wow, she said to herself, resting her chin in the cradle of her palm. What a fine fellow he is. So, so gentle and kind. But it does seem strange that he would be offering me a place to live after meeting me for only a half hour. Guess people in California are a lot different from Iowains. God! There nobody will even rent to you unless you're married and have kids and three dogs! We'll see.
Glancing at her watch, she was relieved to see it was still around noon: plenty of time for sightseeing, she reassured herself. The next seven hours were spent on every type of vehicle in the history of locomotion. Asking directions from passersby she miraculously made her way from Market Street where she took a bus to the trolley car which took her to the Cable Car to Fisherman's Wharf.
"Whew!" she mouthed her relief as she jumped off the rung of the cable car. Her heart was still thumping wildly in her chest from the unexpected slide down the crest of Hyde Street where the cable car clanked its warning to a taxi driver whose only response was a wave of his hand and an angry shout, "These streets belong to the people! Not you fuckin' cable cars!" Next to the cab a nervous lady stood hunched over a gaping purse, madly searching for enough change for a tip. It was by three inches that the slowly moving cable car slipped by the rear fender of that taxi, nearly hooking Betsy's pant leg on its battered metal rim.
The afternoon brought unexpected sunshine and good cheer from the few tourists who lolled through Ghiradelli Square, squinting through shop windows, most inhibited by the inauspicious price tags dangling from the handmade wares. Among them was Betsy who marveled over the marble statues spewing forth water in the fountains dotting the square where tired shoppers rested, licking ice cream cones and listening to the music of the small combos in the veranda of the restaurant, their music cases open and sparkling with coins from generous passersby.
An artist herself, the young woman strolled the streets near the Wharf, examining and oogling over the handcrafted jewelry, candles, wooden boxes and sundry items laid out on cloths on the sidewalk. She tried on a shell necklace and studying her image in the mirror, decided to buy herself a "welcome to San Francisco" present. It brought a smile to her lips, a much needed smile. Don was on her mind.
Don would love it here, she thought, counting out the bills in the calloused hand of a sidewalk vendor who smiled back at her with a nod of appreciation. Sales were slow in the autumn.
Yes, this is where we had planned to come for our honeymoon. That familiar ache of crushed love overcame her for a moment and she fought back the tears wetting her eyes. Have to forget about him, she told herself with firm resolve. It's all over, it's done. There's nothing I can do about it.
Besides the loss of her husband-to-be, there was another loss, one she seldom admitted harbored in her mind. She had lost her precious virginity to a man who was now dead, and she was left with nothing. Her fingers traced the smooth edges of the shells decorating her slender throat where something seemed to be stuck: not letting the tears flow or the ache disintegrate into pure emotion. Betsy had never even told Don on that night that she loved him for making her his. That's the way it is, right? she asked herself rhetorically. After someone makes love to you, you belong to him? Something else, elusive and undefined replaced part of that ache as she remembered his callousness, his selfishness in satisfying himself but leaving her wanting more ... more love, more sex!
Even now that feeling, that twitching, itching feeling in her. loins was still with her. The fire of lust was never extinguished and a curiosity, though painful to admit, overcame her. Maybe that's why I found Tim so attractive. He looks like the type of man who's gentle, selfless. No! she berated herself. I can't be thinking like this just two months after Don's death.
At seven o'clock the nervous blonde, her courage bolstered by a freshly applied smudge of rouge on each pale cheek and a deep brownish-red smear of lipstick outlining her pouty little mouth, she reached up to touch her new necklace with one hand just to make sure she hadn't lost in on the rush-hour traffic bus and with the other raised the door knocker of the old Victorian flat. The one with "1122" painted in gold scrolls. Probably some of Tim's work, she smiled to herself.
An ugly sounding buzzzzz echoed in the hallway of the Victorian flat and, with paint brush in hand, Tim opened the heavy wooden door.
"Well, hello, Betsy. Glad you decided to come by." With a courteous gesture he motioned for her to accompany him down the hallway through the kitchen to his studio in the back of the flat.
"Wow! This is really an old house," remarked the nervous girl as her eyes followed the hardwood floor up the steep expanse of the wall to the wood-beamed ceiling.
"It's one of the oldest in Twin Peaks. Rather well taken care of, don't you agree?"
Betsy nodded, taking a quick peek into the living room where the marble topped fireplace sported a gold edged mirror where candles reflected, illuminating the room with a warm glow. Ferns hung from the ceiling on heavy chains and Betsy marveled at how well taken care of everything seemed to be. She had never been in such a house before and it left the Midwestern girl speechless with awe.
"I'm still working on a painting I started a couple of weeks ago," he announced over his shoulder, catching her awed expression as they passed by each room dark and hidden off the hallway. "I like it dark, as you can see," he chuckled, "feel free to look in any room you want."
"I'd like to see your studio first," she suggested, suddenly feeling shy and overcome by the grandeur of the house. It was big, even bigger than Uncle Rudy's farm house in Wisconsin. And dark. Almost eerie in a sensuous sort of way. Betsy could understand why an artist chose to live in such a setting.
"It's right through here," said Tim, slapping at a stuck light switch that flooded the kitchen with high wattage.
Betsy followed him into a room one step down from the kitchen where she found herself in a small room spattered with paint everywhere -- on the floor, walls and the two stools that served as the only furniture in the room. He turned the rheostat to the right and then she saw Tim's art. It was not without a shock of surprise that Betsy Akerman stared up at a life-size nude of a naked woman draped over a chair in Ingres style, reminding her of his 'Odalisque.'
"She's, she's beautiful!" Betsy stammered at last, thankful that something came out of her mouth.
"Like her? That's my roommate. Eileen."
"I didn't know you had a female roommate." Betsy could feel herself flooding crimson but the more she concentrated on holding back her embarrassment, the redder she became.
Tim politely offered her a seat on a stool. "Yes, that's Eileen," he said again. "She's at work right now."
Betsy swallowed hard. She didn't want to ask the obvious, but her curiosity overwhelmed her reasoning. "Where does she work?" she was almost afraid of the answer.
"Down on Broadway. Eileen's a stripper in one of those nude joints."
"Oh."
"Would you care for a glass of wine?" His face brightened with the change of subject, a fact that the innocent girl did not neglect as she considered the situation.
"Yes. Please," she answered mindlessly. I wonder what he's doing asking me to live here when he's obviously having an affair with, with her! She raised her eyes to the painting hanging overhead and grimaced. Eileen was the most gorgeous looking woman she had ever seen in her life. Large round breasts and long black hair hanging over her shoulders. Her mouth had that sexy sultry look, the kind with a mischievous smile that gave away their prurient intentions. She was not thin and gaunt like most models, but full and juicy. Warm and obviously passionate -- you couldn't miss that from her deep brown smouldering eyes. Next to her Betsy felt impish and small, flat and inconsequential.
In the kitchen a refrigerator door slammed shut and she could hear the gurgle, glub of wine being poured in glasses. A clank of glass slapping glass and the thud of the refrigerator door closing again. Betsy straightened her posture and with the muscles in her jaw forced her mouth open as wide as she could till her facial skin was as taut as possible, then closed her mouth: an exercise she'd learned long ago in making that nervous, tight smile go away and leaving the mouth relaxed and natural looking.
"Here you go, Betsy," he said amiably, handing her a glass of white wine. "Cheers!" They touched glasses. "To Betsy's stay in San Francisco."
He pulled up a paint-smeared stool and sat beside her. He reached over and touched her hand, squeezing it gently as he stared into her eyes.
He finds me attractive too, Betsy exulted to herself. It put her at ease and she smiled back with as much warmth and promise as she could.
"I like your face," he said, releasing her hand. "You'd make a great model. You have that, that warm feeling. Natural. Good health and all."
"Thank you." Betsy took another sip of her wine.
"Do you like it?" he asked hopefully. "If you're going to live in California you'd better get used to drinking wine. It's cheaper than milk out here."
"Really?" giggled the girl nervously.
Watch it! her emotions warned her. He's complimenting you already. He wants something from you. He was probably this friendly to all the young women who frequent that coffee house. The wary blonde was reminded of her heart breaking experience with Don and decided to play it cool this time. No involvement, she promised herself.
He began telling her the story of his life, in a humorous fashion and openly too, she noted with relief. His mannerisms were so humorous and entertaining that she began to feel happier than she would have ever expected twenty four hours ago. The more she laughed, the more fun he became. Then the phone rang.
Excusing himself, he rose to his feet and taking his wine glass with him for a refill went to the kitchen and lifted the receiver.
With burning curiosity, the young blonde sat attentively listening for any word or intonation that might give away the secret life of Tim Bradshaw. He was such a vivacious man, so vibrant and full of life. She wanted to know him better. But after a moment of eavesdropping, she wasn't so certain anymore.
"I don't care who the fuck you want to ball! That's your perogative, but don't come down on me because I'm not jealous."
He lowered his voice then and Betsy strained forward on her stool, tempted to tiptoe to the door to bring her within earshot of the low slurs, but fearing he might see her peeping on him. No, best to stay here.
"Okay, then don't come home tonight. What do you expect me to do? Come down there and pick you up?"
So that's it! Betsy's mind raged. He's playing me against her. Her eyes involuntarily rose to the painting of the nude that hung inpropitiously overhead and a churning began bubbling in Betsy's empty stomach. It was not hunger.
With one last angry shout and the receiver slammed down on the cradle and with heavy footsteps the young artist returned to the studio. Betsy could see, even feel his anger as it seemed to shake every nerve ending in his body.
"Problems?"
"Yes. No, not really." He set his glass down on his drawing table and took both of her slender hands in his. "Okay. Here's how it is. Eileen and I were doing a trip, you know. And then she got this job because I wasn't making enough money for us to live on, so just to hold it over my head because I'm not the type to get dressed up in a suit and tie every morning," and he gestured in a way that brought a smile to Betsy's taut lips. " ... she got this job as a stripper and now since she's making the money she's all liberated and free. Understand?"
Betsy nodded.
"It's like she's wearing the pants for both of us, and to tell you the truth, I'm tired of it. I've had it up to here. Now she's into a new trip -- fuckin' all the barkers down on Broadway. I told her to go ahead and do whatever she has to make herself feel good, but it's only out of self hatred that she's doing it -- or else to prove a point."
"And how do you feel about it?" Betsy suddenly felt engulfed with compassion for she, too, had recently experienced the sudden loss of love, although for a different reason.
"To tell you the truth, Betsy, I don't care. But try to tell a woman you don't care! They get more possessive than ever. Eileen's a Scorpio with her venus in Virgo. Don't know if you're into astrology but that spells j-e-a-l-o-u-s-y. Plain and simple."
"To tell you the truth, Tim, the reason I came out here was because I was, shall I say involved with someone and now he's gone. In fact we were going to be married just three days after Don was killed ... " Something broke in her chest when she said the words aloud. God knows how many times she'd written those words, thought them and even read them. But never had she said them so tersely before. It was as if a deep well of pressurized water broke loose in her body and the tears began to flow, copiously.
Without words, he slid from his stool and stood holding her, massaging her shoulders in attempt to release the tension he could feel harbored in her petite body from an anguish often thought, felt, but never spoken.
At long last, Betsy raised her head and, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, said in her soft, timid voice, "Enough of that. It's over with."
"A toast!" announced Tim cheerfully. "A toast to us!"
With a chuckle, the blonde girl emptied the last of her white wine down her dry raspy throat and welcomed the second glass poured from the half-gallon container frisked from the refrigerator. In moments, as if by magic, Betsy felt whole again and the titurated fragments of her soul back in one piece, for the first time in months.
Together they drank heartily and cheerfully to the sounds of jazz, low and melodic, booming through the speakers overhead.
"I like to listen to jazz when I work. It's so, so cosmic, I guess. I know that's a hackneyed word." Words were becoming slow and slurred and she herself was having trouble pronouncing her s's and n's.
After hours of conversation engulfed in Atlantic's History of Jazz album set, the two new found friends found solace in each other's company and they toasted to that too. They'd toasted to Betsy's stay in San Francisco, to "Us", to Eileen's fuck for the night, to John Coltrane, to Ester Phillips, to Betsy moving into the house -- until the wine bottle would pour no more.
"Ohhhh, myyy Goddd!" slurred Betsy, nearly falling off her stool and into her watch as she tried to make out if it was the eleven, the twelve or one that her little hand was pointing to. The numbers kept dripping together until finally she closed her eyes tight and then opened them suddenly, hoping her first vision would be the trusted one. "It's ... It's ... quarter to twelve," she announced at last. "Tim," she said, resting her hand on his knee, the first of her initiated closeness of the evening. "I've got to catch the train."
"Oh no," Tim's head shook slowly. "Trains don't run this late at night. Why don't you stay in your new bedroom?" His eyes sparkled.
"Butttttt I ... I"
"Nonsense." He gently touched her arm. "You're in no condition to be out on the streets alone at this time of night. This is the big city, this isn't farm country." He slid to his feet, bringing the blonde's unresisting body to the floor where she wavered and trembled, trying desperately to get hold of her bearings. Together they supported one another to a small bedroom, the first one off the kitchen.
"Just make yourself comfortable, Betsy." He pulled down the Mexican blanket decorating the wall and fumbled in the closet for a pillow and sheet. "You should be okay in here."
Betsy tried to focus on his face, a quizzical expression shrouding her delicate features.
Lifting his hands in self defense of her facially expressed thoughts, Tim added with a shake of his head, "Noooo, I'm not going to try to fuck you. Not tonight," he said ominously, and then laughed a chuckle ill-received by Betsy who tucked that statement away for tomorrow. There would be plenty of time to ponder later. Right now bed was first on her mind and second was trying to stop the walls from swimming around her. For the first time that evening she was thankful it was dark.
The door clicked shut and in the distance she could hear Tim closing the door to the bedroom next to hers. Betsy pulled off her Levis and tucked the Mexican blanket under her chin. In minutes the blonde from Iowa was sound asleep.
Three hours later she was awakened to the sound of one, no two people thundering down the hallway and she opened her eyes to the darkness. It took a few minutes to realize where she was and what she was doing there, trying to piece reality back together. When she heard the sound of an angry woman's voice she was thankful the door was closed. All she needed was for some raving sex maniac to coming bursting in in a fit of jealousy.
The voice was directly on the other side of the bedroom door now.
"That stupid son-of-a-bitch's been fucking somebody. Look here's a chick's coat."
"What do you care, baby, when you got a fuck like me?" the husky voice of a man spoke salaciously.
"I work my ass off at that job pullin' my clothes off just so they can cum in their pants, those stupid bastards," she snarled. "And what's Tim doing? He's at home 'working'. Right! Now I know what kind of work he does."
"Come on," insisted the male, "let's get outta here. Let's you and me go to my pad."
The lewd sound of moans and lewder groans seeped in through the crack in the door jam.
Then the two stumbled down the hallway and slammed the door shut with an angry rattle that made the old Victorian vibrate from the physical and emotional force.
Betsy writhed in her sleep once more, thankful the lewd maulers outside her door had found another playground, far away, she hoped silently. In moments her belly began to rise and fall rhythmically, her full breasts slightly heaving up and down, as she slept off her physical exhaustion.
Chapter Three
Nor did Tim sleep peacefully through the raucous behavior of his stripper girl friend.
That bitch, he thought to himself when the door finally clicked shut behind her. She's got a lot of nerve bustin' in here like the Queen of Sheba and making accusations about Betsy! That fuckin' cunt. Eilleen, he vowed to himself twisting in the cool expanse of the half-empty double bed, I'll get back at you for this, you fuckin' whore. If that's the way you want to play, fine with me! Bringin' those half-wits in here in the middle of the night. Christ! I hope Betsy didn't hear all that noise, but God, how could she help but? It was staged right outside her door.
Wonder if Eilleen was still wearing her stripper's costume -- the one with the tassels hanging from each nipple and the scanty little bikini panties with a hole in the crotchband where her wisps of pubic hair curled out around the edges of the blue sequined strip of fabric intended to maintain her modesty. Christ! I can't help but think about it no matter how pissed I get at her. But Jesus she's sexy in that outfit! Maybe one of these nights I'll sneak in there and watch. Bet she really gives them a show. Those sultry eyes of hers and that red lipsticked mouth. I'll bet she gets propositioned by at least hundreds of guys a night. Christ! That's how they make their living isn't it?
Maybe I'll paint her in that sexy outfit and make the background red, bright blood red, that's the color of lust. The lowest most animalistic color in the spectrum. That's Eilleen all right -- animal, nothing but animal lust. Just thinking of Eilleen made the young artist's blood boil with that same animal lust that had heated their three year affair. That's all the commonality they shared: lust. But it was in his blood. Wonder who she's with tonight? Wonder if he's fucking into her hot cunt like I do.
Tim could feel his cock hardening with the thought of his Eilleen making love to another man. Jesus, he sighed to himself. Wish she would have left that stupid bastard back on the street where she found him and come home to fuck her old man. A pang of jealousy, despite his resolution, overcame him and with a quick motion he was on his feet. If Eilleen thinks I'm fuckin' some chick in our bed, then at least let me prove her right -- for a change.
Rising to his feet a wave of near nausea warmed his gullet and he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of cooling milk. Nothing like a shot of protein to get you back on your feet when your head feels like a bowling ball, he told himself reaching for the milk carton. Wonder if Betsy's asleep. Christ, but she's a prize. What a contrast to that slut Eilleen! Betsy's so pure and innocent and real.
His thirst now quenched, Tim grabbed a candle from off the table and lit it with a sudden inspiration. He had intended to go back to his bedroom and read himself into calmness, a pastime that served to soothe his temper when riled, but a spark flashed in his drunken mind. Why don't I just peek in on Betsy and see if she's asleep.
"Betsy?" he called, her door ajar.
No response.
"Betsy?" he repeated his call. Still no response.
Tiptoeing into the sleeping blonde's bedroom, he watched as she turned sleepily to one side, her cheek resting on the uncased pillow, her long blonde hair falling down to partly cover her face from his view. The candle light created eerie shadows on the wall and he set it on the bureau beside her bed in case she might wake up and be frightened by the presence of a dark silhouette in her bedroom. In her unconscious state, Betsy had stretched one long smooth leg straight out on the bed and pulled the other up to one side, revealing to his gaze the narrow white band of nylon up between her firmly fleshed inner thighs. So soft and smooth, the young artist thought to himself; I'd love to paint her -- nude.
The drink-fogged young man felt a slight throb down in his loins as he looked at her enticing young body, wishing he could bend down and kiss the tender skin where the little blonde curls of pubic hair peeped out around the elastic leg bands of her panties. He had had just about enough of Eilleen's coarsely imprecative sexual behavior, but this blonde angel was another matter entirely! He stared at the sleeping girl for a moment unaware of his lewdly rising impulses until he felt the slowly stiffening of his cock and then he knew: he wanted nothing better than to fuck his hard male flesh up between her white thighs and into the moist softness of her cunt, now thinly hidden from his lustful gaze.
His body overruling his mind, he slipped out of his jockey shorts, recalling how Eilleen always laughed at them. "No real sexy guy wears underwear. For Christ sakes, Tim, be a little daring. Besides," she'd mewl, "I like the feeling of your hard cock and those soft, velvety balls of yours." Well, he'd show Eilleen who wore the pants in the family!
He stood there completely naked, his steadily swelling cock jutting out from his belly in the direction of the young girl stretched out on the bed. He made a fist around the swollen male flesh and slowly and deliberately stroked the loose foreskin back and forth over the throbbing bulbous tip of it as he stared at Betsy's regnant loins. Tim stood there lewdly fingering his rigid cock for a long time as it expanded more and more into the hot engorging warmth of full erection.
Small beads of perspiration, partly from too much wine and partly from the lewd evil thoughts lurking in his drunken mind. His eyes followed the contours of the young blonde's thighs and hips on up over the tightly clinging blouse revealing the full ripeness of her firm breasts beneath. He thought he could almost make out the little mounds of her nipples through the thinness of the Indian print blouse and the tight brassiere cupping her breasts. He could feel his loins desperately aching as he stared at her tantalizing body, the alcohol in his bloodstream leaving him prey to his animal desires.
It would have felt good just to stand there looking down at her unsuspecting form and jack off, but suddenly Tim realized he could find no satisfaction in that. He wanted more than anything to put his thick cock up inside her. He moved closer to the bed and leaned down near her face. She seemed to be in a deep wine-induced sleep, her breath coming in lung-filling draughts as though nothing in the world could awaken her. Experimentally he pressed his mouth gingerly down over the yielding warmth of her slightly parted lips. Then with a feathery lightness he ran his darting tongue around the edges of her sensuous mouth, and still she continued breathing evenly, automatically flaring her nostrils when her mouth was covered by his. She moaned lightly under him, but her exhausted body did not stir on the bed.
Finally he lifted his mouth from her and smiled lewdly to himself, thinking that he could probably fuck her here and now and she would never know the difference. He had had the feeling earlier in the evening when she was talking about her fianc�e that she was totally innocent, and the idea that she was still a virgin excited him even more. He didn't care at that point if she was a virgin or not; maybe it's better if she's not, he told himself. Virgin's are such a pain in the ass -- always bleeding all over the place and whining about their great gift and how now they belong to you and all that crap. No involvement -- isn't that what Betsy had said? Well, that's what she's going to get.
He squeezed his jerking cock tightly in his hands to ease the ache building up more and more down in his cum-bloated testicles, trying at the same time to make up his mind what to do.
With the candle flickering on the bureau above, Betsy looked angelic, with her long blonde hair turning golden. That was enough for Tim to make up his mind. She was a beauty, a natural beauty, Botticelli's Venus. He decided he would try to slip off her panties and at least have a look at her tight little pussy while he stroked himself. As quietly as possible he positioned himself up on the bed across her outstretched leg, slowly straightening the other leg she had bent out to the side. Then he carefully pushed the blanket away and hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her white panties, gently peeling them down over her flat white belly. Christ! she's a beauty, he purred to himself.
When the nylon panties bunched up under her softly rounded buttocks below, he held his breath and, in an attempt to free them from her pressing weight, pulled a little harder. She moaned and rolled slightly to one side and he was afraid for a moment she had noticed what was happening and was waking up. But then she relaxed again and her weight shifted just enough that her panties now came on down to the tops of her thighs without resistance.
He sucked in his breath with a little hissing sound as he caught sight of the little blonde triangle of pubic wisps that came into view. His desire swollen cock jerked violently in its need to strike up into the pinkly edged folds now visible between her soft inner thighs. He stopped for a moment, leaving her panties where they were down around the smooth rounded columns of her thighs. Then he let his hand grasp the thickness of his pulsating cock as he leaned back on his heels over her, stroking the hard shaft in a long regular up and down motion while he stared at the narrow curl-lined opening into her barely used cunt. Clear droplets of pearl-like seminal fluid glistened in the candle light as it seeped from the glans at the end of his cock, causing it to make obscene little wet noises each time the foreskin closed over the bloated tip of his obscenely bulging cock.
He would have been able to cum that way, to spew his hot load of semen over her creamy-white thighs and smooth flat belly above, but Betsy suddenly groaned in her sleep and unconsciously spread her legs a few inches apart on the mattress.
It was too much for him to take as he gazed up into the narrow openness of her moist cunt, and once more he released his throbbing cock and worked gently at the bunched up panties, lowering them over the firmness of her thighs and calves until they were finally down around her ankles. He sighed with satisfaction that she had not yet awakened as he lifted her feet one by one between his knees to remove the panties completely and he smiled to see the embroidered butterfly on the right side of the flimsy diaphanous material. Then he wadded the tiny handful of nylon in his fingers and lifted them to his face, pressing the white fabric tightly to his nostrils to breathe in the sweet clinging fragrance of her innocent cunt. When he had had his fill of the tantalizing odor, his rock hard cock shaft pulsed impatiently at the base of his hair-covered belly, and he flung the panties carelessly to the floor where they fell in a lewd heap next to the bed. Then with the fingertips he pressed softly against the insides of her slightly spread knees until she opened them wider.
Finally there was room for him to crouch down on all fours between her legs, his face only inches away from her openly exposed cuntal lips. He gently placed the palms of his hands on either side of the moistly layered outer flanges of her pussy, and his fingertips eased the tiny furrow open. He moaned at the unbelievable succulent sight before him. The small pink cuntal mouth was like the flesh of a translucent rose under his lewd gaze, the moist velvety entrance to her womb slightly palpitating as if beckoning to him.
The drunken man had only intended to look while he jerked himself off, not wanting his luscious new acquaintance to wake up and run away from him before he could somehow use her to satisfy himself, but now he could stand it no longer. He would have to try to fuck up into her while she slept and hope that if she woke up it would already be too late, that by that time Tim would have turned her into a mewling, begging mass of female flesh, unable to resist the delicious pleasure of feeling his big hard cock slipping in and out of her cunt.
But he would have to take his time to be sure. Tim lowered his head still closer to her nakedly exposed loins, thrusting his tongue out between his lips to probe teasingly at the tiny pink bud of her hidden clitoris. He could feel the tickling softness of her blonde pubic hair against his cheeks as he went down, and the hot lips of her cuntal area made his balls throb in anticipation of what was to come.
The unconscious blonde groaned and jerked slightly in her sleep at the first moist contact with her sensitive clitoris, and he held his tongue pressed against the enticing little bud, feeling the penis-like protrusion enlarging under his stimulating touch. After a long moment, she settled back into her stupefied alcoholic sleep, her loins now arched the slightest bit upward against his probing tongue.
Tim now felt reassured by the fact that he had gotten this far without awakening her, and he slipped his pointed tongue down along the hot furrow of her pussy to experimentally thrust it up into the tight confines of her gently throbbing cunt. He let the outer lips he had pulled back a moment ago close lightly around his extended tongue, feeling the automatic suction from inside the narrow cuntal passage. Then he began a slow in and out motion, lubricating her tight cuntal depths with his warm saliva. Her own cuntal fluids began to flow naturally around his skewering tongue, adding to the hot moistness and sending up the sweetly pungent odor that signaled her unconscious response. Betsy was getting hot down in her loins now, and Tim began darting his tongue furiously up into her cunt in a serpent-like motion.
The sleeping blonde girl shifted a little uneasily under him as though aware of his presence, and Tim held still, his tongue buried far inside Betsy's wetly clinging little cunt, frightened that she was coming up out of her drunken sleep.
"Don darling," she mumbled thickly through the heavy fog of her deep stupor. "I've been wanting you for so long. My darling, forgive me ... Come to me, come, come ... "
In her stupefied state Betsy had become dimly aware of the movement over her body and believed that it was her ex-fiance, Don. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her in her dream-like state and now that Don was here things would be all right again. She wouldn't have to worry about a job or finding a place to live. Don was not dead after all and she had been dreaming that they had been married as planned, and now he would be gentle and loving and he would satisfy her as only a husband could, taking her waiting passion as she had always wanted him to. Her drowsy body began to come alive, the blood stirring deep within her, and she knew that she was now ready for him; now that they were married it was all right, and she wouldn't fail him in any way. Now she could ask for him to satisfy her in any way possible.
Tim grinned down drunkenly at her spreading cunt in sudden realization. She thinks I'm Don -- the dude who got knocked off in the car crash -- she really thinks I'm her husband. Well, I won't deny her that satisfaction, no way! He chuckled lewdly to himself. This should be pretty damned easy, he thought. The helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those sensual lips of hers goaded him on, and once more Tim began moving his ministering tongue along her pinkly moist pussy, slipping it the full length from her throbbing little clitoris down along the narrowly expanding slit to the tiny ridge of flesh separating her cunt from her anus below.
"Ooooooohhhh, Don," she trilled above his bobbing head. "I do want you to make love to me, I do."
The young blonde dreamed on, her pussy becoming ravenously hungry for the magic moistness of her ex-fiance's tongue. He was stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of desire, causing tiny goosebumps to rise up over the whiteness of her sensitive inner thighs.
In her mind she pushed aside all the times Don had tried to seduce her before they were married -- except for that one night when she had let him take her. That one night aside from all the times she had denied him what he wanted so much, was foremost in her mind now as she concentrated on the joy of now merging their bodies as one. She had suffered no less than he, and now Betsy wanted him to crawl up inside her aching hot loins, to possess her -- and quiet the thunder that was building up deep, deep inside her womb.
Maybe Don would understand now, understand that she was willing to give him whatever he wanted. As his wife, she felt absolutely no restraints on her passion, and she began slowly to rock her desire-ridden loins up against the searing hot wetness slipping into her from below. She unconsciously ran her tongue around her lips, savoring the sensual feelings flickering over her body like hot flashes of lightning almost as though she could taste the uncontrollable passion building and building.
"Ohhhh, Don. Take me. Take me now," the drink-deceived blonde moaned helplessly caught up in the sharp deep prickles of lust dancing through her.
Tim smiled around the hairy softness of her cunt, letting his greedy mind feast lewdly on her squirming begging young body.
He pushed her unresisting milk-white thighs farther apart, his knees pressed between her ankles, suspending the lashings of his darting tongue every once in a while to nibble with his teeth at the pinkly layered folds of her cunt. Tim sucked the saliva-and-lust-soaked outer flanges avidly into his mouth, feeling a delicious tingling deep in his cum-laden balls as Betsy jerked slightly in response to his hotly working lips.
"Oooooh!" she cried as Tim closed his moistly enclosing mouth over her entire pussy-mound, swirling his tongue around up inside to savor her wet contracting cunt to the fullest.
Through her half-slit eyes, Betsy could now see the shadowy form of her husband crouching between her open legs. She could feel the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing against her trembling inner thighs, holding them wide apart, her most secret treasure open to him to do with as he wished. His hazy-looking face completely disappeared from her drunken view into the blonde pubic fleece as he planted an open-mouthed wet kiss on her cuntal aperture, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening.
Betsy groaned huskily as the hotly probing tip worked its way up and down her narrow pussy furrow, pressuring its way down, down, over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping cunt and into the crevice of her clenched buttocks, where it stopped momentarily to do searing moist homage to the tight little throbbing mouth of her anus. Her hips ground uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, soft little animal sounds escaping from between her passion clamped teeth.
Something deep inside the inebriated blonde's puritanical young mind naggingly told her that what Don was doing down between her legs was indecent and immoral -- but the lewdly inspiring sensation forced the thought away as she continued to squirm and twist under his ministrations.
The undiscovered near-stranger down between her widespread legs was shocked, never dreaming that he could expect to have such a proud innocent young thing squirming completely at his mercy, under the obscene workings of his tongue. Tim had known from the first moment he saw Betsy that she needed this love making and that she would enjoy it, but this, this was beyond all expectations!
Her groans drove his tongue on faster and faster as it lapped its way up and down the steaming hot valley of her pussy, laving frantically in his eagerness for her to beg him to put his cock up in her tightly clasping cunt, and she was almost worked up to that point now. It would be the best thing that could ever happen to her, Tim was thinking, trying to assuage his guilt at making love to a sleeping girl. He slaved over her, thinking of how he would fuck his thick cock all the way up into the quivering softness of her belly. It would release her from the bad memories of her fiance and make it possible for her to enjoy other men -- and she would learn that she didn't have to be married to enjoy the possibilities of her provocative, innocent young body. Tim had never seen anyone so hot, and this was just the beginning. By the time he was finished, she would be really loving every minute of it.
Betsy was still only half-conscious, and her hands moved almost with a will of their own down to her unseen lover's thick curly hair as she clawed desperately to guide his face closer to the palpitating opening of her aroused cunt. He ran his tongue into the velvet rimmed cuntal flesh, flicking up inside for a moment -- and then quickly withdrawing to tease again around the pinkly glistening edges.
Betsy's body was lost in the fire of the moment, every muscle in her body tensed as she strained her hips upward from the bed to meet the maddening probe up between her legs. Her dream-husband Don was like a god, she had never expected it could be like this, that he could bring such passion up out of her inner being. That night, the first night when she had allowed him the pleasure of her sex, she was frightened and only when it was nearly over did she begin to enjoy it. Not tonight! No tonight would be different, she promised herself. She would give of herself freely as any wife should.
The excited blonde's love for her fiance incited her still further. She drew her legs up on either side of what she thought was his head and opened and closed them around it as the darting tongue licked gluttonously at her flame seared cuntal mouth. The tendons in her neck stood tautly out as she arched her back and, with her hands in his hair, pulled with all her strength.
"Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, splaying her loins wider and wider to give him greater access.
Tim could stand it no longer. He suddenly grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly up against the blonde's shoulders, slithering his loins up toward her now upthrust buttocks at the same time. Tim's rigidly pulsing cock brushed against her wetly matted pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side of the helpless girl's shoulders, her ankles locked behind his neck. He looked down between their bodies and in the dim light of the burning candle Tim saw that her upturned cream-white ass-cheeks were completely exposed to his gaze.
The wildly excited man groaned at the sight and his cum-laden balls ached as he saw the narrowly expanded cunt-slit throbbing its pink lips in lewd invitation, the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the presence of his thighs pressed tightly up against hers.
We'll soon see if she's a virgin or not, the lust-maddened young artist thought to himself.
The discomfort of the stretching of Betsy's trembling loins and the sudden wrenching up of her legs brought the young nearly inexperienced girl more nearly awake and her eyes strained in an attempt to see her Don's face hovering over her. She could feel the hardness of his hotly throbbing cock lying the full length of her quivering open pussy-slit. The jerking tip of the excitedly rigid rod palpitated between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down in a maddening tease that caused Betsy to gyrate her hips against its thickness, searching desperately for the pulsing, blood-filled cock head.
She had to have it in her! Her belly screamed for it! She had never felt like this before in her life and she needed to be filled! Betsy had waited so long for Don to fill her very being with his love.
Unconsciously she reached her hand down underneath the grinding cheeks of her buttocks and grasped the full length of the stone hard cock in her fingers, her tightly closed fists stroking around it caressingly in welcoming reverence. It was the first time she had had the daring to touch him there with pleasure. She could feel the spasmodic beating of Don's pulse in the throbbing cock shaft pounding against the palms of her hands and her thumb passed wonderingly up over the sticky droplets of seminal fluid that oozed from the end of the glans. Then Betsy guided the thick cock up the valley of her buttocks not letting it loose contact with her quivering flesh until it was poised between the mucous-covered flanges of her quaking cunt. She held it there with one hand and placed her other hand on her husband's buttocks, digging her fingers into his muscular flanks with all her strength, trying to pull his apparently reluctant cock up into her and let it cool the gnawing heat that burned out of control in her belly.
The near-stranger Betsy had met only that morning grinned obscenely down at her. What a stroke of luck, Tim told himself. This chick is too much! She really thinks I am her husband, she's not using it as an excuse for getting turned on, like some women I've run across. God! I wish Eilleen was here right now. Christ! would she get a laugh out of this one!
It was all Tim could do to keep from fucking forward now and impaling this squirming little woman on his hot aching cock. Yes, he would give it to her all right, but he wanted her begging for it. She was proud of her innocence. You'd have to be in order to marry a preacher's son, he laughed to himself. It'll do her good to be fucked down off her high horse. God, you can't live in San Francisco and be a prude for long! He was doing her a favor, whether she would appreciate it or not. Explanations could wait till later. Yet he knew that Betsy might feel debased and ashamed as soon as she realized it was Tim, and not her fiance Don, who was fucking up into her greedy little pussy, but the sense of humiliation would disappear once she found out how great it felt to be fucked until you can't walk. It was altogether possible that she would treat him with great disdain afterwards, but he would have the satisfaction of knowing that he had been the first to satisfy her and that she would never be able to forget what it felt like to be fucked good and proper. And besides, the pleasure he was about to give her was well worth the chance.
Betsy felt the lips around her waiting throbbing cunt being gradually separated as she tried to impale herself on the pulsing rod of male hardness so close to quenching her inner hunger. At first the elastic-rimmed tightness resisted and then as it gave way she felt a momentary burning sensation down in her loins. She was suddenly afraid it would hurt too much for her to bear and she pulled her buttocks away, back down against the mattress.
But Don wouldn't leave her alone. The relentless head of his swollen cock shaft kept touching and teasing at her small sensitive cuntal opening, tantalizing her driving her hot little private place down there between her legs crazy with curiosity and desire. Even if it hurt she had to have it -- she had to know what it would feel like to have his rock hard cock push up inside her and spurt its hot love juices deep inside while she came with him. Betsy began moving her buttocks in a small circular motion, round and round, timidly at first, then as her yearning increased, her movements grew bolder, wildly, desperately trying to put out the flames burning up inside her fiery little cunt. Instinctively her loins began pushing up from the bed seeking the tantalizing velvety cock head.
Tim liked that. She really wanted it now, and even though she knew that he was going to cause her discomfort at first, she still hungrily lifted her cunt back up to him, pleading for his cock with her whole body. Now all he wanted was for her to ask for it in words.
He flexed his buttocks slightly and pressed a little deeper up into the greedily pulsing mouth of her cunt, holding back from entering her all the way by sheer will power. The bulbous tip was now firmly slithered between the hot moist outer lips, his thick cock painfully aching to fuck far up into her pure, barely used cunt.
"Tell me to fuck you!" he growled down at her from above. "If you want it, tell me!" he repeated his command.
"I - I want it honey," the drunken blonde moaned in her passionate delirium. "Put it in me," the words blurted from her wine-parched throat.
"Not that way!" he said imperiously from above. "Tell me to fuck you!"
The sound of the obscenely vulgar word and the unfamiliar voice startled her so that she opened her unseeing eyes in wide amazement. Don would never talk to her like that! In the dim half-light of the nearly extinguished candle that now lay in a murky pool of deep purple wax on the bureau above her, Betsy almost panicked at the sudden thought that it wasn't Don her fiance but somebody else who hovered above her. A stranger ... Somebody she didn't even know? But the thought was so unbelievable and ridiculous to her wine-soaked brain that she pushed it out of her mind completely. It simply wasn't possible that this could be happening to her with anyone else but Don, and even then not unless they were legally married. Then she closed her eyes tightly, and, forcing her conscious to ignore what she was about to say to please him, she said it.
"Fuck me," Betsy timidly whispered, not sure how the lewd words feel on her tongue. "Ohhh, darling, fuck me!" she repeated it again, this time with more conviction.
The previously forbidden, obscene word strangely enough excited her even more. Don must have sensed it too because his swollen thick cock jerked heavily between her proffered cuntal lips, sending hot waves of desire running down the quivering insides of her upraised thighs.
Tim absolutely could not hold back a second longer. He flexed his buttocks and shoved hard, bringing a groan of surprise and momentary discomfort from the young girl's lips. He shoved again still harder, bringing a loud groan from deep within her chest, and then he fucked forward with everything he had up into the inviting moistness of her barely used cunt. He pushed up into her pure young body, levering himself all the way from the tips of his toes and sinking his lust inflated cock right up to the hilt in one long searing stroke. He felt his heavy balls slap lewdly up against Betsy's jerking buttocks, as she screwed away from him down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape this sudden, almost shocking impalement. Her ankles unlocked behind his neck and her legs splayed out wide on either side to kick futilely into the air above the bed.
"Donnnnnnn! Noooooo! Noooooo!" she groaned up into the dark room. Her form was pinned helplessly to the bed and her shock-gaping mouth was mumbling incoherently against the bare skin of Tim's shoulder; with the long hard lunge into her belly, he had fallen forward, his full weight on top of her fragile body. Then he stretched his arms out to the side, his hands grabbing hers, pulling them with him until she was completely trapped, spread-eagled beneath him, her outspread arms pinned to the mattress, her thighs held split far apart by his firmly planted muscular legs. His cock jerked and throbbed up inside her, seeming to burrow deeper and deeper with each pulse of his heartbeat.
The impaled young blonde felt as though her body was being ripped up the middle and she would never be the same from this giant thickness fucked so deeply up inside the tiny over-stretched walls of her nearly pure cunt. It seemed as though the length of his male hardness would come rampaging right up into her gasping throat from below as its blood-engorged tip pressed harder and harder against the wall of her aching cervix. Her eyes opened wide again prayerfully pleading for Don to be more gentle with her and she stared uncomprehendingly up into the strange face hovering close above her in the semi-darkness.
And then she noticed it wasn't Don! Her mind screamed in panic and disbelief.
In a flash the whole set of circumstances came pouring back to her wine confused brain with complete clarity. She and Don had not gotten married and the man on top of her was not Don, it was Tim, what was his last name? Bradshaw? ... Tim Bradshaw, the new acquaintance she had liked and trusted so freely, his belly-filling cock now sunk all the way up in her expanded pussy. The sudden realization filled her with shame and humiliation so that she thought her heart would stop beating as she gasped in horror at her helpless situation.
This isn't happening! It's all a bad dream! It has to be, it has to be! she ranted on and on inside her mind. But the insistent outward pressure against her cuntal walls would not let her deceive herself -- she was impaled on his hard, rock-hard prick, and there was no way of avoiding it. She twisted her neck and pushed her face down into the mattress to cover her shame, moaning repeatedly under him.
"Nooooo! Please ... please. You -- we can't!" she begged him, her body twisting violently in a vain attempt to escape his thickly skewered cock.
Tim grinned down at her face feeling a mixture of compassion and lascivious power. Now the little innocent bitch is getting fucked and she knows it, he gloated to himself. For a brief second a pang of guilt welled up in him, but soon that too was overcome by his passion. Aware that she was being pitilessly forced into making love with a man she barely knew, a man who was not even her husband, the young blonde began to cry. Tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks, her mouth contorting from the discomfort of his first drive up into her so long preserved cunt. Her lips curled back from her teeth as she pleaded and begged him to stop.
"Not a chance, baby," he said in an unbelievably low voice. "Not just when my hard cock is getting your hot little pussy used to it."
And although he spoke the truth, Betsy whimpered hopelessly under him, weakly writhing her body, trying in vain to back away from the throbbing rod of male flesh buried far up in her womb where she could feel it's hard blunt head pressing against her cervix like a big hot stone.
"Don't worry, baby, you're going to like this," he added after a moment. "I'm going to show you what fucking is all about." Then slowly he began withdrawing his rigidly expanded cock from her moist cuntal tightness until only the broad thick head was left inside her clutching cuntal walls. With a long heedless stroke he shoved the pussy walls aside once more, pushing his relentless member back in all the way up to the hilt, then once more, out to the fleshy ridge of its throbbing tip-end, then back again in a smooth driving motion up into her belly. Over and over, gradually increasing the tempo as he felt her cuntal fluids begin seeping out around his hardness, he fucked in and out until finally he felt a tiny answering gesture from her hotly pierced loins. He felt her pubic mound jerk down slightly as he withdrew, her clitoral mound searching for the rubbery rim of the head of his cock. Her cunt was quivering responsively now as he drove his cock back up into the steamy wetness and she lowered her cunt in quest of the sliding smoothness of the full length of his shaft on the way out.
"Now you're getting the hang of it, Betsy," he groaned from the maddening sensations boiling through his loins from her reciprocating thrusts. "Keep fucking it like that. Ride it, baby. Ride it!"
"Ooohhhh, oohhhhh, noooo, I don't like it," she was muttering beneath him, belying her words with her actions. "Don't don't, ohhhhhh, don't," her voice fluttered again and again.
Above her, Tim Bradshaw paid no attention to her words. The awakening ex-bride-to-be was beginning to ride his stiff cock like a bitch in heat, and he concentrated on the flaring hotness in his cum-bloated balls. It would be so easy to spurt his heavy load of semen into her right now, but first he wanted to be sure she knew how good it would be -- he wanted her bucking and twisting under him when he shot her full of his white hot sperm; begging and pleading for it, so that she would never be satisfied again unless she was getting fucked just like this. Nice and easy at first, then wilder and wilder until she would think her head was going to explode from the orgasm. He had done it before with many young inexperienced women who'd shared his bed on rainy winter days, and he was sure he could do it with her.
The drink confused blonde squirmed helplessly beneath her lover. Her mind seemed to be split in two: one part of her was saying resist, resist, resist, and the other was saying give in, give in, so that for a long time, she did not know which voice to follow. She could feel the hotly searing discomfort of his sudden growing thickness, and she flexed her pelvic muscles in what she thought was a movement of defense. But the downward motion brought her quivering clitoris into direct contact with his rigidly throbbing cock, and it sent such thrills of sensual delight racing through her body that she did it again and again with each stroke he made into her. Betsy's slowly dilating cunt was clasping around Tim's cock like a hot wet glove and she could feel every ridge of hard flesh as her nerve-endings transmitted all the sensations to her muddled brain.
"Ooooohhhh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the fine line dividing pain from pleasure. Her mouth hung limply open and her eyes were clenched tightly shut as her nostrils began a slow hesitant flaring in response to his long smooth strokes while she timed the downward jerks she was making with her pelvis along his cock, honing her passion to a sharper and sharper edge beneath him.
Betsy's whimpers slowly changed into soft mewling whines of pleasure and all thoughts of caring who was making love to her flew out of her mind. All that was left was the maddening pulsating cock imbedding itself far up into her over and over again in a rhythm as ancient as time itself. It no longer mattered to her unleashed animal soul who it was working so obscenely over her wide-spread welcoming body. The tiny grunts he made with each inward thrust became to her like a chanting lust song tapping a vein of untouched sexuality hidden in the deepest recesses of her mind.
"Oh, oh, oh, darling, darling," she moaned beneath him without knowing she had uttered the words, and Tim could feel the urgent hot moistness of her cunt begin to open and close with a wet clasping motion around his hard cock.
Without her willing it, Betsy's body was coming to life. Like a bubble burst in the air, her desire to resist as the pain receded, slowly giving way to electric tingling sensations up and down the insides of her thighs.
Irresistible stabs of pleasure seemed to ignite flames inside Betsy's womb and flash hotly through her raw nerve endings -- rippling through her cunt and out the blonde fleece-lined pussy-slit -- dancing across the flat white plane of her belly and burning her turgidly erect nipples into smouldering hot coals atop the heaving mounds of her breasts. A sudden overwhelming quiver ran through Betsy's legs as they jackknifed up over him, and she curled her toes into tight little balls against the bottoms of her feet while thin rivulets of perspiration rolled off her forehead matting her blonde hair to her cheeks.
Tim could hardly contain his heavy load of cum as her lips began issuing tiny moans in time with his own, their savagely bleating voices resounding throughout the otherwise still room. Her head unconsciously rolled from side to side on the sheet, her blonde hair flailing wildly as her hips began a slow involuntary circular motion up against his impaling thick cock.
Betsy rotated her pelvis from side to side around his fleshy hardness, her cunt dilating in time to its rhythmic pulsing. The awakened girl felt as though she had a beating heart imbedded in the palpitating depths of her cunt, its throb against her contracting cuntal walls becoming almost a part of her being. She was one with it -- a fleshy mass of sensation merged magically with her consciousness in lust-inciting euphoric rapture.
"That's the way, baby. Grind your hot little pussy up into my hard cock," Tim murmured approvingly above her. He could feel the tiny rings of muscles inside her cunt tightening and clasping hungrily around his rock-hard cock. The dilated lips between her legs pulled and sucked tantalizingly away as he withdrew, sliding moistly down his cock for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up to buffet her soft pubic mound tightly against his as he buried the full length of his throbbing cock shaft deep into her warm white belly. Tim stopped on the outstroke for a moment, letting her quivering cunt pump up and down at will on his rigid flesh that fused them together.
He lifted the weight of his chest from her and looked down between them to watch the slow withdrawal of his glistening wet cock. Thin ridges of Betsy's pink cuntal flesh clung to him as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress, and then folded moistly back in again as the long shiny thickness was swallowed whole into the greedy hot little opening. Tim let her strain up and down under him for a while in utter abandon, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing over her slightly-parted lips. Betsy's movements were becoming faster and faster and the force of her thrusts pressuring up against him became more and more urgent. Then her teeth bit hard into her lower lip and Tim knew she was straining to cum on this throbbing cock.
The juices inside the hungry cunt milking his swollen hardness were beginning to flow more freely and he could hear the lewd sucking sound her steaming little pussy made on his cock. Suddenly Betsy thrust her pelvis sharply up at him, swallowing the hugely expanded thickness deep inside her, arching her back up off the bed until she was balanced only on her shoulders and on her buttocks screwing into the mattress. She planted her feet flat on either side of Tim's knees and thrust her belly up at him with all of her strength, her body like a bridge a foot above the mattress. The passion-possessed blonde began to buck against him wildly and Tim answered by fucking his archingly pulsating cock up into her again and again, plowing over and over into the moist greedy furrow openly offered up to his cock. Tim's resounding hammering thrust up into her buffeting Betsy's head back and forth on the mattress as she groaned out her surging, body-wracking orgasm.
Now Tim was banging his loins against hers for all he was worth, gritting his teeth with the effort. He could feel his heavy cum laden balls slapping repeatedly up against her tiny puckering anus, her ass-cheeks clenching into little hard moons of smooth flesh around his testicles as if milking them dry. He held nothing back as he fucked again and again up into her wetly expanding cunt, and then suddenly she gave a deeper, longer groan as her whole body began to vibrate uncontrollably under him. Her hotly gushing cum juices oozed out from her clutching cuntal passage, drowning his cock with the flooding warmth and trickling down the crevice of her buttocks to soak his balls in the lewd secretions.
Tim was biting his tongue to keep from cumming with her at the same time. He kept fucking up into the climaxing blonde's body as she continued jerking spasmodically against him, waiting for her to finish.
Finally Betsy fell away from him and collapsed back onto the mattress with one final groan, her breath escaping from her lips in a great gasp as if he had struck her with a fist in the stomach. She quivered and moaned piteously beneath him for a long moment and then Tim reached back for her legs now splayed out on either side of him, grabbing her ankles and pushing them back up over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball beneath him. As he gazed down at her from above she looked like nothing but a pair of white half-moon buttocks and a wide open cunt still clasping wetly to his cock.
Then Tim withdrew his deeply fucked cock shaft until just the very tip rested in her exhausted cunt. He held it poised there, jerking and throbbing, as he leered obscenely down at her contorted lovely young face.
"That's called fucking, Betsy," he breathed hoarsely at her. "Now, your hot little pussy will take it my way. I'm going to screw you till you won't be able to leave this house."
Betsy opened her large green eyes in fearful apprehension at the harshness of his words and looked at his face. His features were distorted into a mask of raw animal lust, his eyes staring down at her as if she were nothing but an anonymous mass of woman-flesh -- and then he fucked forward.
"Agggghhh!" she moaned beneath him.
Tim fucked forward all the way up into her until his pelvis bumped up against her salaciously upturned cunt and then he immediately jerked back to do it again. His thighs slapped lewdly against the back of her legs and trembling buttocks. Relentlessly he buried his rampaging cock to the hilt up in her quivering hot belly, fucking into her at a demonic tempo that made her teeth rattle. Soon the helplessly impaled young woman was groaning senselessly under him as Tim successfully fired up her hot little pussy all over again, but this time she lost all control of her mind and body. All that she was aware of now was the hotly wet opening down between her jackknifed thighs and the maddening thick shaft of male hardness fucking into her over and over again like a pile-driving robot machine gone wild.
Betsy groaned weakly as her openly exposed cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance. Tim was driving her back against the headboard of the bed with each jackhammer thrust he was making into her. She could feel the bloated cock head sliding up and down inside her warm vicious passage like a fleshy piston, and the hot moist slap of his aching balls against her quivering anus as Tim fucked it into her again and again.
The bedsprings squeaked louder and louder under them as he fucked it in, the sound mingling with the straining gasps and moans filling the room.
"Hot little woman]" Tim mumbled over and over in her ear as he ceaselessly fucked his blood-filled cock into her with long strokes. The delighted young artist could feel the hot cum building up inside his heated balls as they slapped harder against his blonde visitor's jiggling ass-cheeks. He would explode inside her any minute now and he thrust his hand roughly back under Betsy's thrashing twisting body to grasp her buttocks and knead them obscenely with his fingers like luscious ripe fruit. He wet his middle finger in the fluids seeping down the narrow crevice between and, without warning, reached for and found her tight little rectal opening. Tim shoved hard against her puckered rubbery anus feeling it give before the lewd pressure, and pushed on and on, harder and harder, until his finger was buried to his second knuckle in the tightness of the warm resilient hole.
"Agggghhhh! Aggghhhh! God! That's awful!" she screamed beneath him, her body bucking and thrashing in an attempt to escape the thickness as it embedded itself completely up in her defenseless virginal anus.
But Tim kept right on, fucking his painfully expanded cock up into her as far as he could reach and simultaneously pumping his finger in and out of the slowly stretching anal mouth. He could feel her heels kicking against his shoulders as she reacted to the sudden new intrusion, but soon she was jerking under him in total wanton abandon.
The drink-impassioned blonde had become accustomed to the piercing discomfort in her anus, and now she felt spasms of still another orgasm rippling through her cunt. She had never felt so fulfilled in her life and the intensely building sensations were driving her wild.
"Ohhhh, my God!" she suddenly cried up into the room. "I'm cumming again. I'm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnggg! I'm Cuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiinngg!"
This time Tim could not hold back. His jerking cock expanded until he thought it would burst inside her, and then he felt the machine-gun spurts begin deep in his swollen balls and well up the length of his cock shaft to spew the endless torrent of hot cum up into her wetly flooding pussy, filling her belly to the brimming point as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust for all the world to hear.
"Oh, yes, Fill me, Fill me!" Betsy gasped as she felt the delicious hotness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her cunt clasped hotly around his orgiastically lurching cock as her own fluids once more erupted in salacious response, spilling into the already drowning cavern of her quivering cuntal passage.
Tim gave one last powerful lunge up into her and held it there to spew out the last ounce of semen into the greedily sucking depths of her cunt.
"There's my cum -- inside -- your -- cunt!" he grunted in his final spasms of joy.
Then he collapsed onto her body; Tim could feel Betsy's love juices still gushing forth around his slowly deflating cock and her anus contracting on his impaling middle finger. It seemed an eternity until she too trembled all over beneath him and gave one last loud groan, quivering to a limp satiated stillness, her legs under his chest jerking in tiny spasms, as the last lapping flames of her orgasm flickered and died.
Tim lay still for a moment savoring the total depletion, he felt in his completely drained loins. Her well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his now limp cock as he slowly pulled himself away from her until it slipped uselessly out of her battered cuntal opening and his finger came out of her anus with a slight popping noise.
As Tim rose from Betsy's seemingly unconscious form he could see the matted blonde hair around the sweet lips of her pussy glistening moistly in the faint light from the candle. The insides of Betsy's milky thighs were smeared lewdly with the mingled juices of their cum that dripped in tiny rivulets down the crevice of her smooth white buttocks to form a dark wet circle on the sheet below.
Slowly her legs he had held pinioned against her chest began to straighten out and fall limply onto the mattress. They were splayed wide apart as though she couldn't bear to bring them together again. Tim could see the little pink mouth up between her thighs still gaping open slightly as though in delighted surprise at the fucking he had just given it. Glancing up at her face, partly covered by the matted strands of long blonde hair, Tim saw that Betsy's mouth hung slackly open as if she had fallen off into a contented if conscience-ridden sleep. He chuckled to himself at the lewd picture the young woman made lying there completely exhausted and satiated.
Although the ravished young blonde appeared to be asleep when Tim finally gather up his strength to pad down the hard wood hallway to his room, she hadn't been unconscious when he finally left, clicking the door shut behind him. In her dreamless state she had heard a whispering voice say, "Thank you Betsy. That was wonderful! You and me will be great roommates," and before leaving the room, Tim had kissed her gently on the forehead. Whether it was a kiss of promise or of guilt over his animalistic behavior, Betsy was not certain. Nor did she care at that point.
My God, what have I done? her mind screamed back at her with berating stabs of guilt and shame. No matter how the young woman tried to rationalize her wanton conduct, it all came down to one word: Whore. Cheap whore! her puritanical mind shouted from above, shaking a finger of shame at the Midwestern girl.
How could I have made love to a man I'm not married to? Her guilty thoughts whirled through her head and would not leave her alone. The contrite blonde had never felt so humiliated and debased in her life and she hid her face in the pillow as she thought of the things Tim had been doing to her down between her legs. The tears welled up in her eyes and she began to sob heavily, still feeling the residual tingling sensation in her shattered vagina, while the fires of latent lust flickered again in her cunt making her even more ashamed.
"Oh God, why did I have to enjoy it so much? Why couldn't I have just lain there and let him rape me? Why did I have to make love to him right back?" she whimpered in a low throaty tone.
Betsy lay there for a long time summoning up her reserve strength, reasoning out her inveiglement. She had never felt so alone before in her whole life. But going back to Iowa where memories of Don enshrouded her with dark shadows would only worsen the situation. How could he have done that to me? she wailed silently. How could Tim have tricked me?
One thing was certain. She never wanted to see him again because, if she did, it might happen all over again. Those awful lewd feelings of having a man's big thing down there between your legs and it pumping in and out like that ...
No! she couldn't think about that anymore! She would gather up her belongings that she'd carelessly left scattered all over the flat and leave. A deep yawn of exhaustion over came her and she flopped over on her stomach, the thick love juices seeping from her cunt, trickling down her legs. She bit her hand against those salacious sensations still throbbing dully down there hoping, praying that they would leave her, let her be the innocent, trusting Betsy Akerman who'd come to San Francisco in search of joy only a short while ago.
The young blonde's previously secure sense of virtue was unalterably shaken to the core as she realized she would forever have to guard herself from losing control again. First she'd sleep a couple of hours, just long enough to give Tim a chance to get to sleep, and then she would go through the kitchen to find her handbag and leather jacket before sneaking down the back steps that led to the shared backyard. From there she would be free and the first thing she'd do is throw away Tim Bradshaw's phone number!
One hour passed and Betsy dreamed peacefully. Another hour passed and she rolled back over on her back. Three hours later the young ex-fianc�e lolled over on her side. Soon after the sky turned grey and then pink and Betsy slept on. Finally as the San Francisco garbage trucks came grinding up the steep hills of Twin Peaks in first gear, it was the deafening din of tin garbage cans rattling and scraping over the cement combined with the loud, "Hey! Harry! Look what I found! A painting of a naked lady climbing into the bathtub. God damn what a prize! How'd you like to fuck her?" he whistled lewdly -- that finally awoke the half-conscious blonde woman asleep on the other side of the wall.
Betsy's swollen eyelids opened painfully and, desperately focusing on the travel alarm on the bureau above her, she gasped in cringing dismay. Damn! she thought. I've slept too long, it's already eight o'clock. I've got to get out of this den of iniquity. These people are some kind of cultists -- dancing naked and getting unsuspecting young girls drunk so they can make love to them. I've got to get out of here! This is just the kind of situation you read about in Time Magazine, and I'm not about to be another statistic.
She forced herself, dragging her lifeless body out of the still sticky cum-smeared bedclothes and ignoring the trip hammer pounding to the tune of her fluttering heartbeat, she slipped first her left leg into her Levis and, bracing herself on the bureau next to the bed painfully guided the right leg through and with a quick zip and a slip, slip of each foot into her sandals, tiptoed into the kitchen. She didn't want it appear to that she was sneaking out of the house -- just in case Tim might be awake and catch her. She found her purse with no trouble but she couldn't recall where she'd left her leather jacket. It wasn't in the kitchen, nor was it in Tim's studio. The only other place it could be is back in that bedroom where he ... he ... but I'm not going to risk waking him up for anything! I don't care if it was my Christmas present from Don. I'd walk out of here naked if I had to.
Anything to get out of this terrible place!
The cool foggy morning air slapped her face, bringing her to full consciousness again. She breathed deeply, hoping it would clear her head of what had just happened. The wind was gentle and invigorating ... until she turned the corner and then with a vengeance it slapped against her face, blowing her long blonde hair back from her forehead making her cuddle herself with long lithe arms wrapped around her chest.
Damn, she thought. How can I survive this kind of weather without a jacket? And that leather one is the only one I own and I can't afford to buy another until I get a job. Betsy's life was falling in around her. The unhappy young girl felt as if she needed a hot bath and a tranquilizer ... or two to shake off the gloom that had settled over her after the lovemaking with Tim Bradshaw.
Instead she settled for a hot cup of coffee at Edward's the coffee house where she'd met Tim the morning before. Huddled over a solitary table she sipped at steaming blackness as the caffeine soared through her body, giving her a badly needed lift. One rather handsome young man made the mistake of trying to share her table with her, but her greeting extended only as far as a curt, "I'd like to be alone, thank you."
Cradling her head in her upturned palm, the young blonde drained the dregs of her coffee mug and sighed deeply. No way around it, she reasoned silently. I have to brace myself for that hill. Somehow I'll get back in there and find my jacket. A wave of sentimentality shook her into the remembrance of the Christmas Eve when Don had given her that leather jacket. What was it he had said? Oh, yes. "This is to keep you warm since I can't have my arms around you all the time."
"Oh Don," she sighed aloud. How she wished he was with her right now. He'd go up to that house and punch that stupid Tim right in the mouth -- once for her and once for him. That would serve him right!.
With her stomach fortified with a cup of caffeine, she drudgingly climbed the hill, thankful that this would be her last visit to that neighborhood of demented perverts.
Chapter Four
There it is, Betsy sighed to herself, the House of Usher. It was only nine o'clock and, judging from Tim's condition the night before, he wouldn't be up for hours yet. If nothing else, it gave him a good night's sleep.
The darkly painted Victorian house stood proudly on top of the hill, untouched by the strong oceanic winds that scattered fallen leaves in swirls in the gutters of the San Francisco streets. She noticed then that there were two flats in the house, Tim's being the lower one, and on the left side were the empty garbage pails, dirty and battered, Betsy noticed a sidewalk leading to the back of the house. She took a few steps to the right, far enough to see a gate hanging open, probably from the negligence of the garbage collectors. There has to be a back entrance, she reasoned, silently tiptoeing for no rational reason around to the back of the house where she discovered the back steps leading to Tim's flat above.
What a pleasant backyard, she thought as she rounded the corner to the back of the house. Too bad I'm not going to live here; it's perfect! A rose garden, green and vibrant from the autumn rains greeted her -- the friendliest hello she'd had since she stepped off the plane at the San Francisco Airport. The lawn was clipped, neatly manicured. One sandled foot rested on the first step of the rickety wooden steps leading to the back porch of Tim's flat when a head peeked up from under a rose bush.
"Can I help you, mees?" a swarthy looking gardener leered.
Startled, the young blonde gasped with fright. All I need is for some Mexican gardener to rape me under a rose bush and my stay will be complete!
With wide, frightened eyes, she answered fraily: "Oh, no thank you," and resumed her climb.
"Mees!" the gardener insisted. She kept on climbing. "Mees!" It was louder this time.
"What?" she turned and retraced her steps back to the landing at the foot of the steps. She didn't want Tim to hear voices in the backyard and come out to investigate.
"I am theee manager of thees building and I never seeen you beeefore. We have maneee burglareees in theees area."
"Oh, well I'm moving into this flat and I forgot my key," said Betsy, surprised by how calmly she was handling the situation despite the horrible way her stomach and head kept rising and lowering to her throat which seemed to be the common meeting ground for all her ailments of late.
"Weeeth Teem?" the Mexican's eyes lit up into two dark pools of glittering sparkles. "I seee," he said with a nod of his head.
Once safely inside the unlocked door, the blonde woman slipped off her sandals and stealthily edged her way down the hallway, looking right and left with big suspicious eyes. No way would she get caught in that bedroom with Tim again! Chills raced up and down her spine as she slipped into the bedroom where she and Tim had lain tangled and writhing only hours before. She could smell sex in the air, lingering from her lust, reminding her of her wanton, shameful conduct. She could see sex there too, in the stained sheets crumpled in a disgusting heap at the foot of the bed. The pillow lay witness too with black stains of smeared mascara soiling its whiteness.
Where is it? her mind demanded. Where did I put my leather jacket? Here heart fell to her stomach where it churned with the wine and coffee, gurgling and bubbling like an Alka Seltzer ad. What's happening? I'm losing everything! My husband, my virginity, my pride, and now my jacket. What else, God! She raised her eyes to the ceiling imprecatively. If there's anymore bad luck in store for me, Lord, let it happen now and get this curse over with.
The answer came in the form of a booming rock and roll tune vibrating the walls of the house. My God! she sighed, somebody's home. Oh, no! I bet Tim got up and went to his studio to paint. The sounds seemed to be coming from the very walls of the house, directionless and omnipresent. I have to get out of here!
She headed down the hallway toward the front of the house. Betsy was halfway down the uncarpeted hallway when she remembered her sandals. Don't go back, her mind raged, you've lost everything else, might as well add sandals to the list. This time she listened to her intuition and tiptoed down the hall. The front door was nearly within reach when Betsy heard voices behind the living room door now slightly ajar, enough to emit a slender thread of fresh morning sunlight that flooded the hallway.
Betsy froze in place. She held her breath and listened again. Now she could clearly hear the voices of a man and a woman behind that door and she wondered if it was possible that Eilleen had for some reason returned. She couldn't be sure, but the woman had a husky, throaty voice that Betsy guessed befitted a stripper. Curiosity edged her on; this was her one chance to see this sultry siren with the sloe eyes who'd bewitched Tim Bradshaw, the budding young artist. Certainly with all this noise nobody will notice me. But another voice said, haven't you had enough? Get out while you can!
The experiences of the night before flooded in on her. Above all, considering the way Tim had talked about his sluttish woman, Betsy wondered how the young man could be so callous and insensitive. She was surprised and more than a little angry that he could go from one woman to another so easily.
The stunned young blonde bit her lip to keep back the tears threatening once again to flood up into her eyes and she began fighting the desire to peak through that door so temptingly ajar. Steeling her nerves and clamping her lips tightly shut so she would have to breathe through her nose, Betsy slowly poked her head in the door. She kept close to the wall so she would be able to look in without being seen in case they happened to look in her direction.
The volume was turned down and Betsy could hear a woman's husky voice: "Okay, baby, you want a private show, is that it?" Although it was only a back view, Betsy could tell that Eilleen was one of the sexiest women she had ever seen in her life. From the back she could see the long black tresses that hung loosely in jet black waves down to the middle of her back. Her hair was unstyled and untamed as the woman herself. She had the tiniest of waists and full mature hips in perfect proportion to her large melon-shaped breasts that were now visible as the stripper turned to the side. Heavy dark eye makeup lined her smoldering eyes, witch-like.
"Yeah, baby," groaned the dark-haired man on the sofa. "Let's see ya do a little dance for daddy. All that cocaine you been snortin' all night ought to give ya a little energy, doll. Do one for daddy."
With a lewd, wicked smile the stripper selected an album from the pile stacked near the fireplace and put it on the turntable.
And then it began. Swaying smoothly from side to side with the music, Eilleen reached for the zipper of her leopard print jumper, one arm above her head swaying wildly, starting obviously to remove her clothes before the dark Latin-looking man stretched out on the white sofa who was slowly unzipping his pants and slipping them down over his hips until they fell in a pool over his ankles.
Betsy could feel herself quiver with excitement as the strange lascivious spectacle got underway. The lewdness of the scene both horrified and excited the young girl as she watched through the crack in the door, the bright sunlight blinding her, making her squint. It was wrong and she knew she should leave before something bad happened, but her feet would not move. Her curiosity held her captive.
Eilleen's hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with just the right combination of movements. The tall dark-haired woman tossed her thick long hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music. The dark-haired man, sitting on the sofa had quietly slipped out of his own clothes, eyeing his girlfriend's lustful movements appraisingly, his teeth gleaming in a big approving grin.
She eased the zipper down to her navel, exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start the man breathing fast and heavy. Her breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her garments, peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds of quivering white flesh. One last tug, and they were free, swaying heavily under their own weight as she gently rocked from side to side. The man's eyes were wide with excitement as he watched this incredibly salacious display of female wantonness, this beautiful woman stripping to her full ripe nakedness right here before him.
Betsy imagined how Eilleen must drive the men crazy down on that awful sinful street where she danced naked. She thought how they would crave her passionately, for she was that kind of a woman. How they could feel their cocks already aching painfully inside their pants, straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to enter this lovely, sensuous creature. All those men, in their own private thoughts, trying to imagine what her cunt would be like ... wet, soft and pink, vulnerably and hungrily waiting for a man. Waiting ... waiting for a cock like their own to fill her nakedness and bring her that special kind of fulfillment only a good fuck can bring.
With one hand now, Eilleen lifted a breast, just enough to feel their full voluptuousness as they stood taut and high, trembling at the touch of her own fingers flowing caressingly over the warm smooth flesh. They seemed to be dancing a dance of their own, shivering with the pounded rhythm of the tape music, inviting the Latin-looking man forward, urging him to take her hard throbbing nipples in his mouth, begging him to suck them, to gnaw them like starving animals.
Balanced on one foot, she tugged the jumper down to her ankles and yanked it off, then removed the other side, leaving nothing but her tiny bikini style panties between the eyes of Betsy and the unidentified man and her own delicious nakedness. The tiny panties were not nearly enough to cover her ripe full buttocks and as she spun around, they could all see where the long flowing curve of her smooth unblemished back, glowing in light, soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching white curves of her buttocks. Half of each firm, ivory colored cheek was revealed beneath that taut sheerness of her panties. Above, in the deep arch of her back, her two dimples peered back at the watchers like cold blank eyes.
Her eyes closed, her mind whirling as she spun through a galaxy of sights and sensations, she ran her hands down the full length of her body, brushing her palms over the tender sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and then her fingers hooked in the tight band of her panties and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over the full ripe swell of her buttocks, her back coyly turned to her admirer.
Slowly she rolled the panties up and over the curvaceously jutting orbs, stretching them as they tightened in the crevice where the soft curves of her bottom cheeks joined her milky white thighs. She leaned forward, pushing out her exposed buttocks at the man in the room, rotating them lustily in an unmistakable lewd sexual invitation. She reached back with her bare arms and spread the twin globes apart, displaying obscenely the tightly puckered little circle of her anus. The taut nether ring opened and closed slightly as she tensed the strong muscles in her asscheeks, and you could hear heavy breathing coming from the sofa, even over the loud music.
Eilleen's smoothly grinding asscheeks seemed to rotate on their own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned back around, facing the man and with both hands lifted the white pink-capped tips of her full heavy breasts, offering them temptingly to the man should he desire them as she held the soft, tender mounds up and pointed the crinkly hard nipples toward him.
She tantalizingly eased her opened palm down over the trim curve of her waist, over the smooth expanse of suntanned flesh gleaming like a bronzed statue in the morning sunlight. With her thumbs, she caught the elastic band of her panties, now covering only the soft thicket of pubic hair down at the bottom of her pelvis and the moist pink cuntal lips beneath. Her thighs parted as she lowered the sheer, gauze-like fabric like some flag of surrender, exposing the delicate vee at the top of her smooth supple thighs. She continued to teasingly peel the tight-fitting panties down over her hips and along her bare legs, then she stepped out of them and casually tossed them to the man sitting on the sofa.
The air in the living room was suddenly charged as if by lightning; she was now completely nude -- there was nothing left to the imagination anymore. Horrified, Betsy tried to look away, as if that was somehow the proper thing to do, but she was like a moth drawn to a flame, to the wickedly exciting spectacle of this woman bringing all the sensations in her to a fevered pitch with just the supple movements of her sensuous body. She couldn't help herself, she envied Eilleen! She wanted to be like her!
Eilleen opened her legs wide, giving the dark-haired man an unobstructed view of her unguarded cuntal slit, her softly pulsating pussy lips moist with her own love juices. She leaned back, touching her long luxuriant hair to the floor as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. The music's tempo had increased and Eilleen's savage dance grew more and more frenetic as she writhed enticingly in the warm caressing glow of the morning light.
With a teasing, tormenting grin, she brought her hands from behind and slipped them down over her body, over the double fullness of her hips and down into the warm crevice between her opened thighs. Her fingers spread wide the wet pliant lips of her pussy as she leaned back ... she knew now it was time to give him what he wanted.
Hardly noticed by Betsy, the dark-haired woman whose name Betsy had overheard in eavesdropping, had settled himself, naked upon the sofa stretching his lithe, naked body over the crimson cushions. He lay on his back, his long, rigid cock sticking straight up like a pole embedded in his pelvis. The light above seemed to catch the hardened shaft perfectly, and its white, blue-veined length contrasted sharply with the gleaming red glow of the sofa.
Soon Eilleen was sitting up over Ed with her back to the door. The man under her was stretched out on his back now, his legs slightly spread and his arms lying flat at his sides on either side of Eilleen's knees. Although Betsy couldn't see the man's face as Eilleen was leaning over him bringing her ripe swelling breasts closer to his face.
The lewdness of the debauched scene both terrified and excited the young girl as she watched. Eilleen's half moon buttocks were slowly rising and falling as she slipped her cunt up and down over the thick cock shaft pointing straight up from between the man's extended legs. Betsy could see the wetly glistening rod each time Eilleen lifted herself up high on it and then could watch it slowly disappear up into the pinkly clasping cuntal opening as she sat back again to swallow it whole into her belly. Eilleen made a little "oomph" sound every time she took its full length up into the moist receptacle of her cunt, grinding her slightly quivering buttocks tightly down against the heavy balls beneath as if milking them with her asscheeks.
The man was moaning softly as he lay there enjoying the wanton woman's abandoned movements over his gently undulating loins, uttering incomprehensible nonsense syllables as he obviously concentrated on the sensations Eilleen was sending racing through him.
The watching young blonde was hypnotized by the scene. She had never seen anyone make love before, and never in her life had she dreamed that a woman might get up over a man and do this to him. Eilleen must be some kind of a female sex maniac, she was thinking, though until now she had only heard of the male kind. She knew that there were women who would do whatever a man wanted, but she hadn't realized they might enjoy themselves this much. Secretly, the young blonde wished she, too, could be that free with her body.
She watched spellbound as Eilleen began tossing her head from side to side making her black hair whip around her shoulders. Then she reached back with one hand behind her grinding buttocks to clasp the man's hairy testicles in her fingers, beginning to coo over him and run her nails over the soft balls, stopping from time to time to cup them both in her palms.
This seemed to make the man suddenly go crazy as he started to jerk his pelvis up at the wetly receptive cunt riding up and down on his long hard cock and lifted his head up from the sofa, his mouth open wide as he tried to nibble at her pinkly erect nipples bobbing in front of him.
Betsy's mouth dropped open in disbelief. She'd never seen nor imagined anything like this happening in front of her eyes! The innocent young girl stood transfixed, unable to believe it. As she watched, Ed's hands came up from the sofa to slip over the narrow indentations of Eilleen's waist and on up to the full white breasts. He cupped one of the softly rounded mounds in each palm and pulled her down until he could run his flicking tongue around the nipples one after, the other.
The wildly bucking brunette reached over Ed's head and pulled a pillow under him, and Ed took the opportunity to take the whole areola of one breast into the hotness of his mouth, causing Eilleen to groan with pleasure, her torso leaning down close to his face.
There were wet sucking sounds coming now from the sofa as his thickly swollen cock drove repeatedly up to meet her downward-thrusting pussy and disappear from sight except for a scant inch protruding obscenely from the wide open pinkness.
It was obvious that they were both about to cum, and Betsy unwillingly stood where she was, the hot flashes in her abdomen increasing unbidden to an almost unbearable intensity. And then it was happening before her very eyes.
Eilleen sat up erect on the plunging hot shaft, and threw her head back until she was looking straight up at the ceiling. Betsy could see her eyes were glazed and unseeing and her mouth hanging slackly open as she groaned out her completion into the room. Ed's body beneath was bucking wildly up from the sofa as he strained to shoot his hot semen up into her, grunting out endless streams of obscenities, his hands squeezing and kneading at her breasts for a moment longer until they dropped down to cup her clenching and unclenching buttocks from behind. Betsy stared wide-eyed as his fingers grasped the white flesh so tightly that it oozed out between his fingers in little bloodless ridges, while at the same time Eilleen's fingers milked at his lewdly bouncing balls below.
"Fuck me, ooohhh fuck me, baby," Eilleen's voice moaned. "Oooohhh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she yelled just as the needle lifted from the turntable and the room fell silent once more except for her lewd cries: "Fuck meeee, fuck my cunt!"
"I'm right with you, baby," Ed sputtered up at her wildly twisting body. "Here's my load into your belly."
The tempo of their jerking bodies had increased to an impossible speed, and now the climaxing brunette suddenly sat down with her cunt completely engulfing his exploding thick cock as he arched his buttocks up from the sofa and held her balanced on his ejaculating prick. She quivered and trembled all over for what seemed like an eternity, while beneath her Ed's thighs twisted and shook with the force of his orgasm until finally they were finished, and Eilleen fell down onto his body with her breasts pressed tightly over her lover's face.
The awestruck blonde watched as his now depleted cock slowly deflated and slipped out of the widely expanded opening of the exhausted stripper's cunt with a wet little sucking sound, followed by the thick white stream of semen seeping out of Eilleen's pink flanged cunt to drain down onto Ed's stomach where it formed a little pool of obscene liquid.
"My God, baby. You are a fantastic fuck," Eilleen gasped out loud to Ed. "Better than that dried up boyfriend of mine." She was breathing hard as she gradually rolled off his prostrate form to lie beside him on the sofa, one arm still circling his neck and the other flung out wide on the sofa. Her naked belly was rising and falling unevenly as she panted for breath, and her full rounded white breasts gently shook in the air, their little pink nipples still hard and erect. One leg was hooked at the knee up over Ed's leg. She seemed too exhausted to move another inch, her eyes closed and her face relaxed with a sensual look of sensual of satiety.
Betsy found herself breathing heavily and spasmodically from watching the pair in the room before her, and the tingling down in her loins had become a burning center of heat that threatened to rage out of control through her belly. Almost unconsciously her right hand moved down to the zipper of her Levi's and with a smooth motion her Levi's fell open at the waist and slipped up underneath, her seemingly self willed fingers finding the narrow pussy furrow up between her clenched thighs and burrowing their way relentlessly into the hair-lined slit. Her cuntal lips were warm and slightly wet, and she extended her middle finger to press it in between the outer folds where she began rubbing experimentally at her tiny quivering clitoris. The first contact of her finger sent shivers of excitement racing up and down her insides, and she breathed a silent moan through her slightly parted lips. Her eyes were still wide open as she stared through the opening of the door and saw Ed's form move.
His eyes were still glazed from the force of his orgasm, and he raised his upper torso from the sofa until his hand could run with appreciation over Eilleen's smooth white belly and on to her still heaving breasts. Then he moved crab-like on his side down along her naked body until his face was at the level of her hips. He still reached up to tweak at her distended pink nipples as he began planting wet kisses all around the delectable plane of her belly, pausing once to lick his tongue into the little round-indentation of her navel. Then he traced a wet trail of saliva straight down as his tongue slipped down the juncture of her thighs to probe the cum matted curls of pubic hair. Straddling Eilleen's legs with his own, he pushed his face down into the dark little triangle.
What the newly aroused man was doing sent more waves of obscene uninvited pleasure coursing through the watching Betsy's loins, and she almost groaned out loud as she watched Eilleen's legs splay out to the side to give him greater access. The naked brunette was still collapsed in utter fatigue flat on her back, but soon the lewd ministrations of the man's tongue up between her parted thighs brought low moans of pleasure from her passion parched lips. She pulled her knees up high over her chest and placed her feet on Ed's shoulders, opening to him still further the wet furrow of her cunt. He slipped his hands quickly down her sides and clasped her half moon buttocks in the palms of his hands, pulling her loins tighter to his face, pinching and kneading at the firmly giving flesh with his fingers while his head bobbed hungrily at the openness of her cunt.
At the door Betsy could hear the slight lapping noises the swarthy looking man was making as he slaved over Tim's girlfriend's pussy, the sounds mingling with the guttural nonsensical words the woman was spewing out from between her compressed lips: "Oh, Christ, Ed! Eat it! Bite me!"
The innocent blonde's own massaging on her clitoris had brought it up to full erection, and she pushed her middle finger farther up along her soft pussy slit, into the now moistening mouth to her cunt. She felt as though she had to reach inside her belly and assuage the hunger she felt there. She felt the intense heat groping at the tip of her finger and she shoved further and further inside until it was buried up in her cunt to the second knuckle, the warm wetness clasping around her finger greedily as though it needed more than she could possibly give it. She began stroking in and out in time to the bobbing head laboring over Eilleen's loins, and each time she withdrew her finger she flipped the nail lightly up over her pulsating clitoris, making her inner thighs tremble uncontrollably from the maddening sensations it sent through her frame. More, more, her eager cunt seemed to be begging, and she drove her finger faster and faster to no avail; the white hot heat she was suffering inside only grew and grew until she thought she would die from the blissful agony.
Betsy continued finger fucking as she saw Eilleen's hands move dancingly down her belly flesh to tangle in Ed's hair, pulling his sucking lips and lashing tongue even tighter to her now softly gyrating loins. Betsy clutched the door frame with her supporting hand until her fingers ached and turned white from the strain, knowing she should try to close her eyes to blot out the shocking picture before her, but she couldn't. She knew she should run out that door before this strange, eerie house put her through more traumas. She wanted to say shame to her wantonly responding body and run out, but her body would not obey. She had to look -- the lewd spectacle seemed to be hypnotizing her as if there was a strange spell cast over the house that made people do things they would do nowhere else.
By now Ed had worked the recently exhausted Eilleen back up to a fevered pitch and her mouth hung open in ecstatic abandon as she continually wetted her parted sensual lips with the roving pink tip of her tongue. Her glassy, lust crazed eyes stared up into nothingness as her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the probing of her lover's lashing tongue that prompted soft mewls of animal pleasure to seethe out from between her clenching teeth. The responding brunette was gradually becoming lost once more in a mindless uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly dancers beneath her upturned legs.
Betsy watched the lewdly depraved scene as though it came out of a distant sinful dream she had once had, strange chords of remembrance passing through her mind. It seemed almost as though it had all happened to her in the past, but she was unable to believe it possible that a girl of her puritanical Lutheran upbringing could ever react in such a whorish way. Her mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched Eilleen twisting and grinding lustfully under the obscene sucking at her loins. Betsy was becoming lost in her own bodily appetites, no longer certain whether the two writhing bodies were real or a figment of her imagination -- they sometimes seemed to her to be erotic dancers performing inside her own prurient mind. Waves of mind-bending sensations were racing through her, destroying all her convictions and inhibitions. Nothing in the world existed anymore but the scene she was witnessing, and she seemed somehow mystically connected to the two lewdly writhing figures before her.
Ed had raised himself up slightly on his knees as he slaved over the writhing form beneath him, and as he spread his knees a little on the sofa to balance himself, Betsy suddenly caught sight of his hairy testicles and thickly swollen cock. She gasped as she saw his obscenely dangling cock from behind, the shaft still glistening with the love juices of their last orgasm as it once again reached full rigidity, jerking upward little by little until finally its tip was brushing up against his slightly paunchy stomach in menacing erection. It seemed to Betsy that his balls were swelling by the second before her very eyes and pulsing excitedly as he became aroused by his lewd sucking of Eilleen's open cunt.
In spite of her unwillingness to go on responding like this to the lascivious spectacle, the incited blonde squirmed her cunt down tighter onto her own fingers and thrust her buttocks back to wave nakedly, her Levi's having fallen to the floor around her ankles. Her rounded asscheeks circled wantonly as she delved deeper and deeper into her moistly throbbing cunt, and she wished she had something longer and thicker to put up inside to still the hunger building and building to an almost unbearable pressure point.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt a rubbery hardness probing up under her from behind into the narrow crevice of her rotating buttocks. She started to cry out in fright as her fingers slipped wetly from her seeping cunt, but a hand clamped over her mouth. She was holding her breath from fear and then she heard Tim's soft voice whispering in her ear.
"Don't worry, Betsy, it's only me, Tim. You look like you're ready for some action."
Betsy mumbled incoherently into his hand pressed over her mouth and rolled her eyes back to look into his face leaning down over hers. He was staring past her through the crack in the door into the room at his girlfriend and the barker from the strip joint where Eilleen worked. Tim's eyes were filled with a combination of lust and anger. He must have been watching for some time without her knowing, because she could feel his already stiffened cock rubbing excitedly up between her naked buttocks, obviously driven by the passion that aroused his cock with throbbing hot blood.
"Jesus, Betsy, look at her go! This is even better than watching the Saturday morning cartoons on television," he whispered softly. "She's a really fine fuck when she gets going."
Betsy's eyes involuntarily returned to the couple on the living room sofa. Eilleen was twisting and writhing as though she were trying to squeeze the life out of a hungry little animal trapped up in her belly, then suddenly Ed stopped what he was doing and pulled her knees down, spreading her legs flat on the sofa. He crawled up over her thrashing body, his lips slowly working their way up over her white skin, pausing now and then at soft sensitive spots for a quick flick of his tongue. Again Betsy focused on the now hugely expanded cock protruding in full view between his legs, the swollen testicles beneath filled to bursting with sperm. His cock paused momentarily over Eilleen's undulating cunt, and both Betsy and Tim thought that the man was going to fuck it up into Tim's girlfriend's belly right then and there. But instead he continued slowly moving all the way up her slippery sweating torso until he straddled her quivering up-thrust breasts.
The watching blonde could see the firm lush mounds squeezing up around his thickness as he took them in his hands and pressed them against his lustfully rigid cock. He stroked his prick back and forth a few times in the soft tunnel between them, flicking at the tautly erect nipples with his thumbs as he went, then he moved' up farther until his buttocks pressed heavily down on her breasts. Betsy saw the tight mounds bulge out as his weight sank down, smashing them against Eilleen's chest. His stiffened thick cock stood straight out from his belly, the rubbery tip only a few inches above the brunette's gasping mouth. Then Ed reached one hand back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist, shoved his middle finger up between her wide open legs, skewering it deep into the soft moist flanges of her cunt as far as the flatness of his palm. Eilleen shuddered as he rotated it around inside, teasing the wetly sensitive walls until finally she moaned and gasped, breathing a harsh groan of surrender to the lascivious ministrations her lover was working on her body. The hotly aroused stripper began jerking her pelvis up to meet the hand worming its way rhythmically deep up inside her.
Tim was still holding one hand over Betsy's mouth so she could not cry out, while with his other he reached around under her arm and began kneading through the thin material of her blouse at her ripely rounded, full breasts. Betsy could feel her nipples harden uncontrollably under the cups of her nylon brassiere as his fingertips played over them, twisting the tiny buds up into tingling erection. Down between her naked buttocks she could feel his pulsating cock slipping up and down in a teasing motion, until, suddenly, as he bent his knees behind her, it slipped through the narrow juncture of her inner thighs so that the bulbous head was now thrust up between her legs, the rubbery tip rubbing back and forth along the wetly throbbing slit of her cunt. The little velvety glans flipped back and forth over her clitoris as she had been doing previously with her own middle finger, driving her wild with even more intense, unwanted craving sensations in her belly. Betsy clenched her upper thighs and buttocks closer together around the intruding thickness in a futile effort to quell the rising desire in her loins, but this served only to give the sides of Tim's cock better contact with her warmly trembling flesh.
Behind her the lewdly aroused young artist could feel the young blonde beginning to respond in spite of herself. Her nostrils were flaring above his hand covering her mouth as she breathed more and more raggedly, and he could feel her firmly fleshed buttocks begin to slowly grind back against his hardness. Slowly he released his hold over her mouth, afraid for a minute that she might scream out in panic and bring his girlfriend's attention to the fact that she was being watched, but Betsy made no such effort after the first gasping intake of air.
Then he slipped his hand around the back of her Levi's to slip them off and fell to his haunches so that he could lift her legs one by one out of the confines of the Levi's that pooled around her ankles. Betsy's body tensed for a split second as she felt the coolness of the air in the hallway rush into contact with her bare legs, but immediately she relaxed, too far gone with the excitement of her own bodily sensations to resist any longer. Tim's fingers deftly unhooked the clasp of her brassiere after having unbuttoned her blouse and it fell away from her breasts under her blouse, useless now as the swelling mounds hung free from restraint, then his hand worked its way inside her clothing between their outthrust fullness, sliding back and forth inquisitively as he tested their firmness and resilience with his touch.
Betsy hardly noticed what was going on. In front of her spellbound gaze Ed's face twisted into a lewd grin as he reached down with his free hand to press the underside of his wildly swelling cock in a slow teasing circle around Eilleen's open lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the gland at the end and she strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out as she tried to suck the tantalizing prick into her mouth, but Ed laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick greedily up and down its underside. He was still rocking slowly back and forth on her smashed down breasts, bringing his cock almost up to the working wetness of Eilleen's lips, then backing it away again.
The pruriently hypnotized blonde's breath was coming in short quick gasps as she involuntarily continued to stare at the scene before her. The gnawing heaven and hell of sensation in her belly continued pervading her entire being until she didn't think she would be able to stand another minute without somehow satisfying the unbearable longing. She squeezed her upper thighs together again around Tim's hardness, now moistened by her seeping cuntal juices, and moaned softly in front of him.
Betsy could feel the yearning building in her to have him put his long rigid cock up inside her pulsing cunt, and suddenly she felt a last desperate surge of conscience well up and order her to get away from this outrageously sinful house.
Tim felt the abrupt change of mood in the woman before him, and he quickly wrapped his arm tightly around her shoulders so that there was no chance of her escaping him. At the same time he whispered into her ear.
"For Christ's sake, Betsy, relax. Enjoy yourself," he breathed. "Look at what it's doing for that bitch of a girlfriend I've got."
The arm around her shoulders caused her blouse to fall to her feet as her rounded white breasts were nakedly exposed outside her unfastened brassiere. With a deft motion of his hand, Tim pulled away the dangling strapless garment and threw it behind him onto the hall floor.
Now her breasts were completely bare, and he cupped her right one in appreciation as he gazed lewdly down over her shoulder, breathing heavily into her ear, his eyes devouring the cream-white mounds tipped with their throbbing pink nipples.
"What a pair of tits," he gloated hoarsely, kneading greedily at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it until the excruciating sensation brought a tiny gasp of pain and surprised excitement from Betsy's lips. Simultaneously, he pushed forward with his pelvis to grind up from behind against the narrow crevice between the young blonde's tightly clenched buttocks.
Tim didn't want to wait any longer. He crushed her ribs so tightly in his embrace that she thought they would break as he leaned back forcing her feet up off the floor. She let out a weak stifled cry and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her with ease into the living room, bumping the door open with his elbow. The excited young man held her effortlessly and then set her on the floor by the overstuffed pillows near the fireplace, until she had struggled herself into weakness, all the while running his free hand from one breast to the other, loving her vain attempts to resist moving closer to the couple who had now moved from the small sofa to the wide expanse of the Persian carpeted floor.
Chapter Five
So engrossed in Iovemaking was the young couple that they failed to notice they had company.
If Eilleen wants to play dirty pool, thought the young artist, she'd better remember she's competing with Minnesota Fats! Wait till she sets eyes on this innocent little piece of flesh.
Tim held Betsy there on the floor near the fireplace watching his stripper girlfriend and her "boss" until finally the effects of the lustful sight and her hangover left her limply subservient to his grasp. The helpless young visitor had no more strength -- she had become a warm blooded breathing live doll, a plaything to be used and abused as her owner saw fit, her head hanging forward loosely on her chest, her long blonde hair falling away in cascades over her palpitating breasts.
"That's okay, Betsy, you'll feel better in a minute," Tim whispered hoarsely from above. "Just as soon as I stick my big hard cock in that sweet little cunt of yours, you'll think you're in heaven."
The sound of her boyfriend's voice brought Ed's attention to the fact that someone was in the room and he turned his head sharply to look. For a moment he was afraid his lover's boyfriend might punch him out for fucking his "old lady," but then he saw that the little blonde Tim was holding was almost completely naked except for her panties, and he turned his thick lips up in a lewd smile as he ran his eyes over the young girl's defenseless thighs and breasts.
"Join the fun," he grunted hoarsely up at them without stopping his ministrations to Tim's girlfriend's body. The sight of Betsy's nakedness caused his cock to jerk wildly over Eilleen's face and he took the woman's hair in the fingers of one hand. He pulled her head up off the floor, at the same time thrusting forward to fuck his thick turgid cock shaft deep up into her mouth.
The Broadway barker raised to his knees and with one hand working at her wide split pussy, he began buffeting her head up and down on the pillow between his legs. Betsy watched from her uncomfortable suspended position with horrified fascination as Eilleen's elastic lips sucked with all their might on the ruthless cock fucking up into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the outstroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke, her eyes glazed with a wild ecstatic film of animal lust that Betsy had never dreamed could exist. Its savage rawness brought an unbidden moan to her own lips, and her tongue circled them nervously as she felt the juice of her own pussy increase its flow between her legs drenching Tim's cock still lying up against the narrow opening.
Tim had seen the thick cock slither up into his girlfriend's mouth and the captive blonde in his arms could feel his prick jerking against her loins in uncontrolled excitement. Watching was arousing her as it was him and she gasped as he leaned forward to press his moist lips against her ear.
"And now my sweet, I'm going to make love to you right in front of them," said Tim haughtily.
Suddenly, Betsy realized that she was naked except for her flimsy panties and they too were yanked off her helpless body as Tim growled above her. Struggling to get up onto her knees and back away from Eilleen's face contorting in passion only inches away from her when without further warning, Tim fell forward on top of her, pressing her down into the soft large pillow that he'd placed under her body. His hard distended cock was pressed up into the naked warmth between her tautly squirming buttocks, its thin seminal fluid seeping out to trace a wet sticky trail across her cream white ass cheeks.
Betsy moaned under his weight pinning her to the pillow as she felt his hot male flesh once more come into contact with her trembling buttocks, and then she felt one of his hands wind a slow teasing path down her side to insinuate itself under her body. It forced its way between her down grinding belly and the mattress until Tim could feel the thin tangle of pubic hair on the little mound at the base of her stomach. He played with it for a moment, then suddenly circled his hand down into the soft narrow slit up between her thighs, the nail of his extended finger scraping over the tiny bud of her clitoris sending chills of unwanted desire thrilling through her body.
The trapped young blonde felt a sudden surge of renewed energy to resist as his hand curled still farther under his loins, parting the slightly moist lips of her cunt to snake teasingly up inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks jangled through her nerves as she thrashed and twisted under him, the rigid thickness of his cock now pressed deeper into the perspiration moistened crevice between her asscheeks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. Betsy unconsciously ground back up against the lewdly prodding prick in her panic, causing her tiny puckered anus to come in contact with its pulsing underside, and she flinched away from its hotness back down onto his hand.
Tim began a gentle rocking motion against her buttocks, matching the rhythm with the finger he was fucking into her quivering cunt below. He could feel the clasping softness of her buttocks around his cock, the erotic sensation almost causing him to shoot his hot sperm out over her squirming white flesh. He was glaring with mingled excitement and outrage at his girlfriend lost in the throes of ecstasy next to him under the swarthy-looking man's impaling prick, her lips glued around his thick skewering cock.
That little bitch, thought the young artist. She never sucks my prick like that. I'm always the one that has to get her all hot before she'll fuck me! Just wait, she'll get hers.
Pressing his palm hard into the small of Betsy's back to keep her from raising up, the lust-incited artist pulled his other hand out from under her thrashing body and tangled his fingers in her hair. Holding her fast to the pillow with the pressure of his hand, a grin widened on his face as he lifted her head up high off the pillow, at the same time scrambling around her on his knees until his loins were aligned with her face, thrusting forward to fuck his thick turgid cock up against her tightly held lips.
The reluctant young girl had her eyes clenched shut when she felt her mouth being forced open by something pressing against it. She tightened the hinges of her jaws, but the force was relentless, and she couldn't believe it when his blood swollen hard cock slipped in between her teeth until it was sunk deep in her mouth. Betsy was nearly choking on its pulsing thickness, though she pretended to herself not to know what it was holding her teeth apart and forcing her struggling tongue out of its way, but she couldn't ignore the insistent mouth filling presence. She wanted to bite down hard but she was afraid Tim would hurt her if she did, and instead she thrashed with her shoulders to try to break away.
But Eilleen's boyfriend tightened his grasp on Betsy's long blonde hair while with his other hand he shoved her back down harder until it seemed he would snap her spine, his throbbing cock pushing in against the very entrance to her throat. He started stroking smoothly in and out of her mouth, looking down to enjoy the clasping oval her unwilling lips made around his thick cock, the hot wetness of her saliva making him groan in ecstasy above her.
The sound made Eilleen's eyes flutter open above Ed's cock in her mouth, and she glanced over at what was happening on the floor beside her, her eyes glinting with further excitement as she tried to smile knowingly around the barker's stroking cock at her boy friend.
"Suck it, baby, use your tongue," Tim gasped down at the young innocent blonde, and his words incited his girl friend to increase her efforts on her lover's cock.
The harshness of his tone and the back bending pressure of his hand caused Betsy to open her eyes wide in fright, and she saw the bulging thickness of his male flesh skewering into her face, the black mass of his pubic hair actually touching the end of her nose as Tim fucked into her stretched, filled mouth. Her neck, now twisted to one side, was hurting till she thought she would faint, and secretly she hoped she would -- anything to blot out the horror of what was happening to her.
It can't be, it can't be, she repeated over and over in her fear clouded mind. But the incessant gagging pressure of the relentless cock shaft slipping lewdly in and out of her burning hot lips did not let up, and she responded to the swirling fingers in her hair by reluctantly sliding her timidly extended tongue over the bulging veins on the underside of his cock.
"That's right, baby," Tim groaned down at her, easing the grip of his fingers in her hair. "Suck it good, and I'll treat you nice," he purred. He moved the base of his hand across her cheekbone to press down on her bulging cheek and increase the pleasure she was giving his cock. She was grunting involuntarily with each inward stroke he made, increasing the erotic sensations in his pulsing prick a hundredfold.
Experimentally, he eased the pressure of his hand on her lower back, and when she automatically tried to buck her body up from the bed to escape his impalement of her mouth, he eased her down again, bringing a low groan of pleasure from her lips around his distending hardness. Then again, slowly, he lifted: his hand, and this time she did not make an attempt to move.
Ed was observing the pair with a gleam in his drugged eyes. This was the way to handle reluctant woman! The squirming resistance the little blonde had put up against Tim's attempts to fuck her in the mouth incited him to further animal passion, and be buffeted Tim's girlfriend's head back and forth harder than ever.
The triumphant Tim ran his fingers over Betsy's voluptuous cream white nakedness, all the way down to tease a moment at her tightly puckered anal ring.
"You've got a sweet little ass," he told her in a husky lust thickened voice, gloating lewdly as she looked up at his face with her lustful green eyes, as if to say she had given up all hope and he was now free to do whatever he wanted with her defenseless body. Thus reassured that she had given in, Tim released his grip on Betsy's hair; nonetheless, she continued to swirl her tongue in servile acceptance around the length of his skewering cock. Then Tim reached down with both hands and in one swift motion turned her over onto her back. His hard throbbing cock did not come out of her mouth as he moved over with her, straddling her face, with his knees planted on either side of her head, his eyes feasting on the naked expanse of her body before him. He kept stroking his still expanding cock in and out, leaning forward then to grasp with his hands under her knees and raise them up and out to the side, exposing her narrow pink pussy slit to the mercy of his gaze. He felt her mouth hesitate momentarily on his cock as though she might resist this further intrusion on her helpless form, and he immediately pressed his palms into the firm inner flesh of her thighs, spreading them farther apart and holding them there by sheer force. He dropped his head with an animal like growl of hunger and began to lick at her now openly spread cunt, relishing the softness of the fine blonde hair against his lips as he slid his tongue along the full length of her reluctantly expanded cuntal opening.
The startled young blonde beneath him jerked from the sudden electric contact with her sensitive cuntal flesh, unexpected thrills of pleasure welling up inside her quivering belly as she felt his extended fingertips stretching the hair fringed outer lips away from the layers of inner softness. Then his warm moist tongue drove straight through the tight elastic ring up into her cunt, the sudden joy searing through her pussy causing her to involuntarily bite down and scrape her teeth over his slickly fucking cock still embedded in her mouth, and he groaned down between her legs from the mixed pain and pleasure it sent shooting into his cum laden balls.
From his present position, Tim could no longer see his girlfriend and her lover, but the sucking sounds and their mingling moans of ecstasy still reached his ears as he worked furiously to excite Betsy more and more. He could hardly keep from spurting his cum into her hot, loving mouth, but he wanted to wait until she was ready to be fucked properly. Then he detected the response he had been waiting for when she slowly began to undulate her loins up to meet his hot tongue, the tiny pink opening of her cunt sucking hungrily at its pointed tip. He thrust as deeply as he could into the hotly expanding moistness, his lips nibbling at the tender outer folds of her curl lined pussy each time he drove his darting oral member forward. He swirled his rigid tongue around and around inside the throbbing walls of her cunt, savoring her loss of control; she had been so proudly resistant last night and up to now this morning, but she was beginning to come out of herself now. He was conquering her with lust incitement and the knowledge sent a great sense of power coursing through him. He would show his girlfriend Eilleen whether or not he knew how to turn women on.
Ed let Eilleen turn her head a little to the side as she continued sucking him so that she could get a better view of the sixty nine position her boyfriend was lewdly engaged in with the young blonde woman. He was watching the spectacle himself with avidly burning eyes, feeling the heat of his sperm about to boil over in his balls, aware that it was affecting Eilleen in the same way. She was writhing under him like an animal gone wild as she stared wide eyed at the lewd tableau of her boyfriend's thick cock sliding in and out of Betsy's mouth, and she herself sucked and licked at Ed's hardness as though she couldn't get enough, taking almost all of its full length deep into her ovalled mouth till she nearly choked. Over and over again she had to cough as the bulbous tip fucked into her throat and cut off her air flow, but still she went on working to rouse her lover to a fever pitch.
Every time Tim backed his thick cock out of her mouth, Betsy caught a glimpse of his girlfriend beside her on the floor. Through the daze of her own excitement, she saw the curvaceous stripper's slaving lips clasping hungrily around the growing thickness of the prick stroking rhythmically into her mouth, clinging to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Ed was grinning lewdly above Eilleen as he fucked her in the mouth, watching her lust contorted face lap and lick at his conquering prick like a child devouring a sucker. Eilleen had freed both hands from between Ed's knees now and she placed them behind his swaying buttocks, one ass cheek in each hand as she pulled them demonically to her.
Betsy could see seminal fluid dripping from the corners of Eilleen's mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks like melted vanilla ice cream, obviously the incredibly excited young woman was reveling in the impalement her lover was subjecting her to for a light was shining strangely in her staring eyes as they looked suddenly into Betsy's and tried to smile. The obediently sucking blonde was filled with shame -- she felt like a street whore. Here she was spread eagled under a man she hardly knew while his girlfriend watched!
Tim's mouth was doing awful things down there on her pulsating cunt, his cock fucking relentlessly into her gaping mouth and Eilleen was watching the whole thing. Worse still, difficult though it was to believe, Betsy suddenly found herself enjoying it.
She groaned heavily around the thrusting thickness in mixed lust and debasement, but she continued sucking him, increasing her efforts to give him pleasure with her lips and tongue as he brought her more and more of the erotic maddening sensations.
She suddenly seemed to crave the sperm he was holding back from her in his dangling testicles more than life itself, and she slaved to milk the hot cum up out of his steadily fucking cock. Unconsciously she began to rock her openly spread loins up and down against his face locked between her thighs, grinding her quivering buttocks tightly down into the carpet with each downstroke, then arching her back to reach up again for his flicking tongue. Betsy's hips and thighs began to tremble out of control from the savagely arousing feelings he was sending through her whole body, and she thrashed and bucked like a mad woman under him, her legs kicking up toward the ceiling, jerking insanely above his bobbing head.
Beside her Eilleen began groaning and sucking at Ed's cock like a woman possessed. To Betsy's lust glazed eyes, the thick thrusting cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion with Eilleen's face as it fucked forward like a pile driver, sinking deep into the stripper's mouth until the coarse hair of the barker's loins brushed the tip of her nose. His balls dancing beneath slapped in unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin.
Betsy thought, God! He's going to strangle her! It's going to explode in her mouth! He'll kill her!
And then as she watched horrified, Ed jerked his rampaging cock suddenly from Eilleen's sucking lips, holding the rigidly throbbing glans inches away, and with an expiring groan from his wetly quivering lips, he began spewing hot sticky cum directly into Tim's girlfriend's wide open mouth. The thin quick spurts streamed from the bloated glans like milk, filling her mouth to the brim, while Eilleen swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the white, lust inciting fluid as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock spewing its lewd sperm onto her creamy white face.
Betsy groaned at the obscene picture of Eilleen's self inflicted humiliation while Ed's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts of cum, thin strings of it running down from the tip of his cock to the young stripper's glistening wet lips. Then the amazed blonde watched as Eilleen desperately lifted her head up off the floor to take the deflating cock between her lips and finish sucking it dry.
At that moment Eilleen's boyfriend shoved Betsy's knees up farther against her chest to expose her tiny puckered anus to his lustfully excited gaze. He did not hesitate, but shoved his head forward the extra necessary inch to bury his tongue in the hot little nether opening, wrenching deep throated groans from the astonished ex-virgin's lips. Then he began alternating his tongue probings between the two openings until the tiny ridge of softly smooth flesh between them was slippery wet with his saliva mingled with her cuntal juices.
Tim could tell from the way her undulating belly was beginning to jerk faster and faster under him that the so recently innocent girl from Iowa was nearing a climax herself. He took his hands from the insides of her thighs and wrapped them around her hips to grasp her buttocks firmly in his fingers, digging harshly into them with his nails as he pulled her loins tighter up to his slavering mouth. He could feel her hotly quivering clitoris vibrating under his sucking lips like a tiny prick about to ejaculate in his mouth, and then her cum juices began to flood out over his fucking tongue as she moaned out and gasped out her release around his cock.
She was sucking with complete abandon now out of deep felt gratitude for the intense pleasure emanating from her aroused nether regions and Tim felt his balls swell and ache ready to explode into splashes of hot cum up inside the cavern of her laving mouth.
Then Betsy shuddered and groaned beneath him and he felt her tongue relax from its labors a moment in her climactic exhaustion. Without warning Tim lifted his head up from her soaking wet loins and pulled his stiff nearly cumming cock out of the wetness of her lax lips, twisting around over her on the floor. She lay beneath him, her legs collapsing out-stretched on the floor, completely oblivious to the world around her for the moment.
Tim paid no attention to his girlfriend and Ed on the floor beside them, concentrating completely on the luscious feast of naked woman flesh at his disposal beneath him. He stared down at her heaving breasts as she squirmed her buttocks down into the pillow, the sight making his balls ache with desire, and he quickly slipped his hands under her narrow waist and turned her over onto her stomach. Now her naked ass cheeks were grinding up at his face as though begging for him to fuck her. He couldn't stand it any longer -- he had to do it!
He locked his fingers under her hip bones and raised her up onto her knees, at the same time slipping his legs in between hers. As he stared down at her defenseless puckering anus and tantalizing pussy lips he held his lustfully throbbing cock in his right hand and edged forward on his knees, preparing to slip his rigid hardness up between her lewdly upturned buttocks into the pink moist slit of her cunt.
Lying beside Tim and Betsy, Eilleen suddenly saw what was about to happen and sat up, releasing Ed's limp cock from her lips and shoving his legs out of her way. She gasped in disbelief at the way this innocent, obviously inexperienced girl was waiting expectantly on her knees with the thick threatening cock poised inches from her proffered buttocks. The girl's ass cheeks were swaying and dipping before Tim as though urging him on to fuck her and Eilleen watched without breathing while Tim's cock grew closer and closer to the narrow pussy slit, the swollen tip throbbing heavily and seeping out a thin clear stream of seminal fluid from the tiny eyes of the glans.
Betsy was suddenly quivering with expectation as she felt the rubbery thickness touching her sensitive cuntal lips. She had lost all inhibitions now after the depraved sucking she had allowed herself to be forced into, and now the thick velvety cock head stretched the opening of her pussy with a hot throbbing that sent fever running through her blood. Then he pushed it a little harder and she felt her cunt being expanded.
Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward drawing away from the rubber tipped cock, but it followed after her. Her forehead pressed tightly down into the pillow, and there was no way to escape Tim's hands now grasping into the trembling flesh of her upraised half-moon buttocks.
Tim sensed her sudden hesitancy and smiled crookedly to himself behind her. She'll like this in a minute, he gloated. As soon as she starts feeling my hard cock slipping back and forth inside her hot little cunt. He tightened his fingers on her hips and clenched his buttocks as he made a short little jabbing motion with his pulsing cock. The blunt end slipped another half an inch into the maddening soft cuntal wetness and she groaned weakly from the increased pressure as he held her firmly back against his demanding hardness.
"Back up -- take it in your cunt," he panted down at her.
"I-I can't," Betsy whimpered into the pillow. "It-it wont' go."
"Yes it will!" he purred down at her, digging his fingers harshly into her flesh.
"Ooooohhhhh," Betsy groaned as she felt her buttocks being squeezed up into tight little balls of momentary pain. She couldn't stand it, and in desperation she reached back between her legs with her hand and closed it around his throbbing cock which she noticed was even bigger than it seemed before when he was fucking into her mouth. She would find a way to take it!
Tim squeezed again, this time bringing a louder squeal from Betsy's lips and she forced herself to push frantically back onto the hotly piercing shaft, tearfully biting down on her lower lip to control the sensations of pressure it caused. She felt his cock begin a slow prodding against the inner mouth of her cunt, parting the resistant flesh and forcing its way up inside the restricting cuntal ring. There was a great stretching feeling down in her loins as the tender inner walls were being pushed asunder, and then suddenly she felt them give as Tim's long thick cock slipped unimpeded up into her hotly throbbing cuntal passage.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she choked out through clenched teeth. Her cunt was on fire! The great cock penetrating it felt like a throbbing drill tunneling deep up into her belly through the involuntarily contracting inner walls. Betsy struggled and swung her buttocks from side to side in a vain attempt to throw herself off the cunt splitting fucking motions, but it was no use. After she had once pushed back to take it in her, Tim pressed relentlessly forward, fucking her immediately all the way up to the cervix. She was a hopeless prisoner of this pulsing cock like an insect mounted on a pin, her hips opening and closing in travail, moaning into the pillow from the outward pressure in her almost virginal cunt.
Tim slipped his deeply imbedded cock back out a fraction of an inch and then grunted as he fucked forward again up into her cunt as far as it would go. She felt its rubber tip bump up against her cervix at the same time as his heavy bloated testicles slapped up hard against the softness of her pubic mound below.
Ed was still beside them on the bed watching as Tim's hard thick prick disappeared up inside the little blonde woman's widely stretched cunt. The barker moaned softly in unconscious vicarious pleasure as he imagined the hot wet clasping around Tim's cock inside young fresh pussy while his own battered and drained prick so recently satiated from fucking Tim's girlfriend's mouth jerked softly against his thigh, its tip beginning to pulse once more.
Tim's girlfriend Eilleen noticed her lover's cock beginning to harden and with little moans of appreciation she placed her hand on it and began to massage its lurching softness. It began hardening almost immediately in the warmth of his palm as she slipped the loose outer skin up and down over the swelling gland at the end.
Tim began to rock rhythmically back and forth up behind Betsy, his throbbing cock sluicing wetly up in the soft confines of the reluctantly expanding pussy. He felt Betsy begin the first tentative undulations before him as the initial pain of his entry subsided. She was making little circles with her milk-white ass cheeks as she leaned back onto the hotly spearing cock fucking into her from behind.
"Fuck her good, baby," Eilleen whispered with hoarse delight in her sexy, throaty voice, her face was only inches away from her boy friend's cock glistening with the girl's cuntal juices, and the lewdness of it made her own cunt churn with desire.
Betsy heard the words and groaned softly to herself at the strange lust inciting effect on hearing a woman's voice uttering such obscene language, and she began swiveling her up-thrust cunt faster and faster on his cock, bumping her buttocks back against Tim's belly as he pumped into her from behind.
"Ooohhhh, God, it feels sooo good," she gasped, "Keep on, keep on, it's soo good!"
Eilleen's lover Ed watched with rapt attention, unable to believe the thick husky sound coming from the young girl's lips. She didn't seem to be the same innocent woman any longer, and he reveled at the sight of her response to the humiliation she was being subjected to, wishing he could take part in it himself.
Kneeling up behind Betsy's bent over body, Tim Bradshaw gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long, leisurely strokes, waiting to feel her total acceptance of his rigid impalement. He could tell from her words and her slowly swiveling cunt that she was beginning to enjoy it, but he knew that if he took his time she would be begging him for more and more.
He had been anticipating her complete surrender to his ministrations, wanting his lover, Eilleen, to see him bringing ecstasy to another woman and a feeling of absolute power surged through the young artist as he grasped Betsy's hips in his strong fingers and fucked deeply into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep up inside her cunt slowly expanding around his screwing cock, her lust juices hot and slippery in the tight narrow passage.
He stretched the quaking half moons of her buttocks wide with his fingers, watching with delight the wet glistening inner tissues clinging to the girth of his cock on the outstroke, then folding in with it as he fucked repeatedly back into the moist walls. The young man knew that Betsy, whose body he'd taken the night before, had never been fucked this deep, and he rotated the swollen head around inside, enlarging the moistened cuntal depths, feeling her clasping response around his hardness like warm elastic. The maddening sparks of pleasure shooting through his cum swollen balls.
The excited young blonde's green eyes opened and closed in a smoky glaze of passion, flashing like green signal lights from the intensity of feeling surging through her loins. She spread her thighs out wider, moving her feet apart on either side of his bent knees, and her head dropped lower onto the pillow, as her breasts pressed down flat against the floor, the rough pile of carpet tantalizing her tautly erect nipples. Forgotten now was the humiliation of bending like a slave with a man fucking her from behind. Forgotten was her shame at being watched by Tim's girlfriend and her lover. All that mattered was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire raging out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands he might place on her passion wracked body.
Looking down from his position above her, Tim saw the tiny puckering anus nestled in the narrow crevice of her openly spread buttocks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to sink his rigid cock up into that virginal untried opening and send his cum boiling inside her rectal depths. He slipped his middle finger down into the wetly flowing juices seeping out around the pink inflamed flanges of her impaled cunt, moistening its tip thoroughly before sliding it up again to the tiny pink anal opening. Lubricated with cuntal fluids, Tim's finger paused momentarily to tease lightly at the puckered entrance and then without further warning, he shoved it forward, sinking it in all the way up his palm.
"Aaarrrgghh!" she moaned in front of him, her feet jerking up and down on the floor as she vainly struggled to escape his embedded finger. But he forcefully gripped her shoulders with his free hand at the base of her neck, pulling her buttocks back tighter against him. Slowly, Tim swirled his finger around inside the tight narrow anal passage, working to expand and enlarge it for the greater thickness to come.
Betsy felt the momentary pain in her anus slowly subside and become almost bearable as she grew accustomed to the presence of his skewering finger and gradually she began to rock back and forth once again to meet his inward double thrusts, matching his steady rhythm stroke for stroke.
Eilleen couldn't believe it when her boy friend suddenly pulled his finger from the blonde's now expanded anus with a soft popping sound, and in one swift movement shifted his glistening cock from one opening to the other.
On the outstroke his fucking cock had been in Betsy's churning cunt, and then on the next instroke it was honing its way by sheer force up into the narrow confines of her wriggling virginal anus. He tightened his grip on her shoulders with both hands now to hold her in front of him, relentlessly fucking into her rectal depths, his cock rushing up the tight canal until his stomach smacked flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
"Aaaggg, agggh, uggghhhhnnnnn!" Betsy groaned under him from the discomfort of the sudden entrance into her unprotected rectum. She thrashed and bucked helplessly before, him, her eyes bulging open and her long blonde hair whipping from side to side as she tried to escape the excruciating thickness but he had her fastened inescapably to him now, and she could feel his throbbing cock inside her like a heart beating lewdly in her anus, each pulse shoving her inner walls a little farther outward from his rigid intrusion until finally she could breathe again.
She felt him slowly begin to fuck smoothly in and out, short and shallow at first, but then gradually lengthening his motions until just the expanded glans at the cock tip was left inside before he shoved the full length back in her to the hilt. It felt to Betsy as though his rectum-filling cock was gliding wetly all the way up between her lungs each time he fucked into her, and she moaned and began to sweat under him, not daring to move under the pressure.
Tim continued fucking for a moment, and then the impossible happened! With a low mewl like an animal in heat, Betsy began to rock gently with him, meeting his inward thrusts with her back pushing buttocks, grinding the white half moons into his loins lasciviously to get as much of his lust liberating cock as she could. She was enjoying it now in spite of the lingering pressure, and her mouth hung slackly open to the side as she moaned and panted out her passionate pleas in all the obscenities she had ever heard.
"Oooohhhhh!" she fluted in a quavering high pitched voice. "Fuck me, fuck my ass!"
Tim gritted his teeth from the excruciating tightness of the narrow hot cavern, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure. He had never felt such a clamping snugness around his cock, and the sensations were driving him wilder by the minute as he began fucking harder and harder up against her reciprocating buttocks.
"Uh, uh, uh," she chanted in time with his smooth strokes up between her ass cheeks, the sounds all but smothered by the saliva-soaked pillow bunched up in front of her face. The discomfort she had felt at first was replaced by a different gnawing ache of unsatisfied desire, and she arched her body up to let her hands pass under it, slipping them over her trembling white belly to burrow into the wetly expanded furrow of her cunt. Her fingers found the quivering clitoral bud and massaged it voraciously to try and quench the hunger inside her throbbing pussy. Betsy could feel Tim's heavy balls coming into contact with her hands and she began to milk them for the hot cum building up inside.
The lust demented young woman was already approaching orgasm, her body having become something animal like, no longer human as she twisted and churned under him, jerking her buttocks back to goad Tim on like a wild stallion riding her in a race.
"Goddamn," she heard Ed's voice beside her say, "Look at that little bitch go!"
She jerked up her head from the floor and looked toward him and Eilleen. They were both watching her humiliating abandon, Ed's stiffened cock held in Eilleen's massaging fingers jerking the loose outer skin up and down, while the stripper's other hand finger fucked into her own widespread juicy cunt.
Ohhh, God, no, Betsy screamed inside her head. She had never dreamed that such unadulterated gravity could exist, yet here she was in the middle of the closet thing to an orgy that she could imagine.
"Fuck it to her, Tim! She's turning on to it!" Eilleen gasped in her own excitement as she watched the thickness of her boy friend's cock slipping into the blonde's tight opening and pulling little pink ridges of anal flesh back with it as it came out, and the sight made Eilleen's pussy catch fire with wild animal lust. Suddenly she had an idea -- something she had always wanted to do but had never had the chance.
"Turn her over, Tim!" she told her boy friend. "Turn her over on top of you!"
Tim hesitated a moment, breaking his fucking rhythm in the tight little anus, and then he decided to do it; he would show his nympho stripper girl friend that he could be just as abandoned and uninhibited as her boy friend was.
Locking both his arms around Betsy's wasp like waist, he pinned her back against his loins and with a sudden rolling motion turned over onto his back, forcing her working fingers to fly from her pussy. She was still impaled on his rigidly erect cock but now her dilated moist cunt was nakedly exposed to the couple beside them on the floor, her legs wide flung to the sides as she struggled to find a foothold to balance herself. The muscles of Betsy's flat white belly was straining to the breaking point from the pressure of her legs falling down onto the floor on either side of his body under hers, but finally she managed to plant both her feet high up on to the sides. This relieved the stretching muscles and she pressured up and down on his once more fucking cock, using his thighs as a springboard to push her buttocks back and forth against him.
Tim's breathless girl friend could see her boy friend's thickly distended cock shaft protruding from the blonde's anus underneath, and looked with greedy eyes at the pinkly moist cunt up between the girl's thighs. The lustful stripper watched the open, hair curled slit make tiny circles in the air and the full ripe breasts dancing on the young woman's chest. The lewdly fucked blonde looked so helplessly open and inviting that Eilleen could stand it no longer.
"Come on you cock loving bitch! Do it!" Tim goaded his girl friend. He knew she had always wanted to put her mouth on another woman down there, and it would do him good to see her try it for the first time.
Eilleen groaned deep in her throat and let go of Ed's rigidly throbbing cock, releasing her breasts reluctantly from his fingers that were kneading them into swollen hotness, pulling her own hand from her wet cunt. Making a low pitched growl of uncontrolled lust deep in her throat, she crawled up over Betsy's wildly thrashing body and, positioning herself with her head poised over the young girl's gyrating pussy, her thighs spread over Betsy's face, she stared down at the open cuntal furrow below. Eilleen could see her boy friend's rigid cock fucking up into the stretched anus beneath the clenching cuntal slit, and the defenseless outer flanges of Betsy's cunt seemed to beckon her on.
The excited stripper balanced herself with both hands spread out on either side of the upward grinding loins below and with a sudden downward thrust of her extended tongue, pushed it up into the hotly expanded warmth of the blonde girl's cunt. She sank its darting length as far into Betsy's ravaged open cunt as it would go, finally clasping the quivering little cuntal mouth in her hotly working lips. Eilleen had never done this before and the sweetness of the cuntal fluids surprised and delighted her tongue as it raced headlong up into the depths of the other woman's cunt.
The wantonly abandoned blonde groaned at the renewed pressure in her hungry little cunt, the wet heat of Eilleen's tongue soothing the fiery need up inside her belly. She snaked her legs up around Tim's girl friend's dark head unthinkingly as she sought more of the maddening tongue in her cunt. Just above her face she could see the other woman's widespread gently undulating thighs, and between them on the beckoning pink mouth of her cunt. The outer lips seemed to be begging for something to fuck into them, and Betsy shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the sudden inexplicable urge to do the same for the young brunette as she was doing for her. But she fought down the impulse, upbraiding herself for allowing such sinful thoughts to enter her mind, and then Eilleen's tongue slipped up to touch the tiny erect bud of her clitoris, and the unexpected searing sensation drove Betsy wild as she began thrusting her loins up against Eilleen's face as though nothing else mattered and bucking back down onto Tim's cock fucking over and over into her expanded anus.
"Jesus!" groaned Ed as he watched the thrashing mass of flesh before him. He had never seen anything like it, and the sight of a woman sucking at another one's Joins made his balls ache and throb with desire. He scrambled up to his knees and placed himself behind Eilleen's up-thrust buttocks over Betsy and Tim's heads, holding his now fully erect and pulsing cock in his hands as he guided it toward the inviting pinkness of her cuntal mouth.
Lying below Eilleen's belly, Betsy could see up between the other woman's straddling thighs as the barker's thick bulbous tipped cock neared the narrow opening. The glans at the end seemed to be beating like a pulse as it touched the hair curled pussy lips and nudged its way up inside. Ed's fingers came down from above and pulled the cuntal lips apart to allow his cock to enter the palpitating moist furrow. Then the tip end fucked itself in the clasping wet flesh and all movement stopped for a moment as Eilleen slowly pushed back onto the impaling cock with all her strength, taking its full thickness inside her all the way up her cervix. There was no resistance, and with a little "oomph" sound Eilleen took the entire cock in completely and began to rock back and forth in time with her lips and tongue laving Betsy's openly seeping cunt.
Above them all, Ed was reveling in the lewd position they were in, he wished he had a camera set up to take a picture of it. It would be great to show in the bar between strip acts. Never had he seen such a lust inciting sight, and he visualized it as an obscene postcard to sell to customers -- with a snapshot of the young blonde girl impaled in the anus by Tim's cock, Eilleen's mouth locked onto her upturned pussy, and he himself fucking into Eilleen's cunt from behind like an animal, he could make a fortune.
Then he felt the hot clasping motions Eilleen was making with her cunt around his deeply embedded thickness, and he groaned and began fucking into her harder and faster.
Betsy watched through the lust glazed unbelieving eyes as Ed's cock disappeared again and again above her head into Eilleen's swirling cunt, the pink inner folds following it out and then gathering in again as he plunged all the way up to slap his testicles against the quivering firmness of her inner thighs. Betsy could not tell any longer whose body was whose, where her flesh ended and that of the others began as she bucked and twisted with uncontrolled passion. Her hands found their way unconsciously up to the testicles dangling above her face and began to automatically knead and pinch at the flaccid, hair covered softness.
The recently innocent blonde had never experienced so many exhilarating feelings in her life, and she could have gone on for an eternity like this, feeling the rampaging cock slipping in and out of her anus and the greedily sucking lips covering her sensitive cunt while she watched Ed's cock ramming, fucking like a mad man into Eilleen's cunt. Betsy curled her fingers tighter around Ed's balls and held on for dear life, at the same time grinding up and down between Eilleen's mouth and Tim's cock below.
Eilleen was groaning with muffled sounds into the softness of Betsy's wildly churning cunt, driven wild by the newness of what she was doing. Just below her eyes Tim's rigid cock fucked steadily into the young girl's anus, her firm rounded buttocks grinding tightly into his loins with each thrust, and the view Eilleen was getting made her hotly throbbing cunt grasp hungrily back at the barkers' cock driving and fucking endlessly into her from behind. She stared wild eyed at the pink ridges of flesh sucking out after Tim's cock from Betsy's anus and then clasping wetly to the cock as it fucked back into her.
Betsy was shaking ecstatically all over and her body bucked crazily between its flesh bound prison, her eyes staring up at the close up she had of the cock fucking up into the other woman's cunt, her mind torn between the hot desire scorching her loins and the relentless twinges of shame and humiliation flickering through her. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped and panted for breath, tears of mingled joy and shame streaming down the distorted planes of her cheeks.
The young girl had been so close before to orgasm that Eilleen's flicking, snake-like tongue darting into Betsy's cunt finished for her, the cords in her neck suddenly tightening.
"I'm cummmmming! Oh, God! I'mm cummmmmiiiinnng! Fuck harder, fuck harder, suck my cunt, bite me Eillleeeeen!" she was pleading in a voice thick with lust. "I'm cumming! Ahh!" her voice lowered pitch then, deepening to a low animal moan, broken rhythmically by the breath taking plunges that Tim was. making into her anus. Her hand was milking at the barker's cum laden balls above her face, and then without willing it, she raised her head high up between Eilleen's thighs and took the heavy testicles in her mouth, running her tongue with total abandon all over the soft flesh. Betsy's cum juices flooded wetly out around Eilleen's sucking mouth, flowing down into the crevice of her own buttocks to soak Tim's sluicing cock in her anus with the hot fluids streaming on and on out of the girl's throbbing cunt.
The young blonde had never felt anything like it in her life, and she wished it could go on forever and ever, the wild sensations flooding through her veins about to drive her completely out of her mind.
On top of them all, Ed felt the unexpected sudden hotness of Betsy's moist mouth on his balls and he pushed his cock into Eilleen's cunt as far as it would go and held it there, enjoying the sensations of her rotating on his hardness while Betsy's mouth sucked at his sensitive testicles. The orgasm he was waiting for began then, seeming to come up from the tips of his toes and down from the top of his head in a maddening tidal wave of sensation raging toward the pulsating cock. Then he felt the jerking begin in his achingly hard cock and he spurted his hot cum fiercely up into Eilleen's palpitating clasping cunt. It felt as though Betsy were going to swallow his balls into her throat as she sucked and licked at them and he let loose a stream of obscenities, throwing his head back as though he were riding a bucking bronco and moaning lustfully.
"Fuck it baby! That's the way, suck my balls dry, baby! Go, go unnnnggghh!''
So much was happening that Tim couldn't hold back any longer. He fucked his throbbing cock deep up into Betsy's anus, fucking into her like a wild stallion on a mare, and then he felt the hot waves of his sperm shooting far up into her dilating rectum, filling her to the bursting point, the mind shaking force of his orgasm causing him to groan as though his very life were being drained out through the end of his cock, and then he held his jerking prick all the way in for the final powerful spurts of boiling sperm. Tim was bounced and tossed wildly beneath Betsy's body as she and his girlfriend continued their thrashing and bucking between the two men, increasing his pleasure a thousand fold. Tim had never felt so completely fucked in his life, and he held onto Betsy's rampaging twisting body, his fingers digging harshly into the softness of her nakedness.
Eileen felt her own orgasm begin then, and she bumped back against Ed's pressuring loins as fast as she could, taking the last ounce of his spurting semen up into her and riding her clitoris tightly back against his slightly deflating cock. She was arching her buttocks to encase his depleting hardness better, groaning endlessly into Betsy's still flowing pussy, flicking her tongue up into the hotly pulsing depths of the other woman's inner flesh.
Finally the rocking and writhing bodies slowed in their movements, only the deep chested breathing of the four satiated lovers making the heap of warm flesh undulate up and down as though they were in a boat.
Through glazed lust quieted eyes, Betsy saw Ed's limp battered cock followed by thin white streams of semen slipping out of the pulsating open cunt above her. The flaccid cock hung down almost in her face glistening from the lust juices soaking the pulsing veins. She could still feel the lingering sensations of her own orgasm fluttering inside her pussy like lightning fading into the distance and she heaved a great sigh as her body relaxed completely down onto Tim's beneath, his now softening cock still trapped inside her quivering anus. She squeezed her rubbery anal passage tightly around his flaccid cock to wring out the last drop of his cum and the contracting motion caused his cock to slip wetly out of her with a popping wetly out of her with a slight popping noise. The depths of her rectum still felt as though the thickness were embedded far up inside her, and she slowly rotated her ass cheeks against his lust drained loins in residual pleasure.
They lay like that for a seemingly long time, their limbs entangled helter skelter, curling up together like exhausted children.
Chapter Six
The foursome lay there half unconscious on the Persian carpet of the living room, the sun light having shifted its greeting to the hallway door. It was not until Eilleen detected the cathedral's bell chimes twice that there was any movement.
One cramped leg wriggled its liberation from the pile of flesh.
"I have to shower and get ready for work," the young stripper moaned with the last thread of energy left in her body. "Wish I was famous and had a stand in like Bette Davis." Eilleen rubbed her forehead, pinching it with her fingers. "My head aches, my legs ache and I feel like I'm getting a cold. How can I go to work in this condition. All I can think about is going to bed."
"Hey, baby," moaned the barker, bracing himself on the sofa as he shakily rose from his knees. "We'll just have a few snorts of cocaine and you'll be ready for anything."
And then the idea hit. It was Tim who suggested it first, speaking for the threesome who stared down at the beautifully naked body of Betsy Akerman.
"Betsy, you're looking for a job, right?"
She nodded in acquiescence as she too, rose to her feet with the steadiness of a new born colt.
"Your search is ended, sweetheart," said Tim, his arms cradling her shoulders. "You just got it! Pays well, too."
"Forty bucks a night plus tips," added Eilleen enthusiastically.
With the humiliation and strangely coupled sense of freedom that had settled over the young Midwestern woman since the first moment she set foot in the door of that Twin Peaks flat, Betsy could only shrug her shoulders and murmur. "Why not?"
She'd done everything else and no doubt, after she'd moved in permanently, there would be more surprises.
