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Hi,

I will attach ch4 of my story, A Journey of a Real Woman.

Kacey1999


      
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A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN By Kacey1999 Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com Please
email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the
time to give feedback.  The style of this story is new and I hope readers
can understand what I tried to do.  I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets
set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life.

   Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am
not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman...  or the craziest.

   Chapter Four - A Love Affair With Thomas

   Betsy readied herself for the next chapter of her life story.  She was
lying comfortably on the bed in her spare bedroom and quickly fell into a
dreamlike state.  Her relationship with Phil was over and now she dearly
wanted to reminisce about Thomas.  Betsy had met Thomas, even had a torrid
affair with him, during her relationship with Phil.

   Now her mind drifted back almost twenty years.  With the official end of
summer, she got home Monday evening feeling sad.  Betsy was sad remembering
the things that happened during her time with Phil but really sorrowful for
the way Phil treated her at the end.  She just couldn't understand why and
how any man could share someone he loved.  Then she remembered that last
Sunday night.  Phil plied her with alcohol and then coerced her into that
bitch Marty's room.

   Betsy had already gone over that chapter of her life but one last
fleeting memory flashed through her head.  The vision lasted a mere few
moments but it was a memory of how she surrendered to the woman.  Not only
did she surrender, Betsy thought, but also she willingly let the woman do
anything she wanted to her.  That included the deep humiliation and
embarrassment of begging, which Betsy thought would never happen.  Betsy
remembered thinking how awful it was to watch Penny plead with Marty and
call the woman her mistress.

   Betsy never thought it could happen to her but she was dead wrong. 
Marty fucked her that night and turned a mature, fun-loving Betsy into her
slave.  Of course there had been four of them who victimized her, Betsy
reasoned.  Not only did Marty take control, but also Phil, Penny and Stan
aided the bitch.  Phil had the sense not to ask if she wanted to go home to
her apartment or stay at his place when they returned to the city.  He
dropped her off at her apartment and Betsy remembered her parting words. 
"Don't call me.  We're through...  I don't want to see you again...  ever
again."

   So another relationship was over.  Phil was history and so was the beach
house, which did bring sadness because of the wonderful times with many of
the regulars.  But her heart skipped when she thought about calling Thomas.
He expected her to call on Wednesday and she could hardly wait for the day
to arrive.

   Betsy phoned and the conversation was amazing.  It was like they had
known each other for years instead of days.  Their schedules were fairly
busy but they set a date for the upcoming Saturday.

   Thomas was a salesman for a big pharmaceutical company.  He was very
good at his job and Betsy grinned thinking how she bought everything he had
to sell.  Thomas put out his romantic feelers and then he reeled her in
hook, line and sinker.  Their relationship started out great and got even
better.

   They dated but still retained their own places to live.  Thomas had just
bought a house and it looked like any of the other 20-year old homes from
the outside.  He had totally remodeled the inside paying particular
attention to his bedroom.  There were two bedrooms upstairs and his had
windows that overlooked the downstairs family room, which had a huge
fireplace surrounded by manmade rocks.  Just off the family room was an old
cedar deck that overlooked a beautiful swimming pool.  Betsy smiled with
the memory of how they swam nude until the weather got too cold to keep
water in the pool.

   Betsy's apartment was quaint and it was in a downtown neighborhood,
which had many of the old stores converted to apartments.  The one she
lived in had six apartments in what used to be an old Woolworth's store. 
It was two bedroom and all of the rooms were big.  What was even better was
the fact her building was very close to Thomas' house so it was fairly easy
visiting back and forth between places.

   The first few months of the relationship were fabulous.  From the moment
Betsy saw Thomas at the beach house, she realize he was special.  She was
willing to do things for him and felt he would do anything for her. 
Looking back on it now, Betsy assumed that they loved each other in the
beginning and she actually appreciated the fact Thomas didn't rush into a
permanent relationship with her.

   In those days Betsy may have been considered a little geeky, but Thomas
seemed to like that about her.  It gave him reason to suggest things for
her to try and he eventually managed to gain control of her life.  They
never discussed marriage, but both of them merely wanted to cherish the
time together.  Thomas kidded her about wearing non-sexy clothes, which
were considered very conservative by anyone's standard.

   Betsy remembered how things started changing on their first anniversary.
Thomas took her downtown to their favorite restaurant for a celebration of
a whole year together.  She didn't think there was anything strange when
they went shopping afterwards and wound up at a Victoria Secrets store. 
True to her naīve nature, Betsy was oblivious to how Thomas prearranged
everything.

   They were met in the store by an extremely friendly salesgirl who
appeared to be young enough to be a student in one of Betsy's high school
classes.  She simply ushered the couple to a back fitting room and ordered
Betsy to remove her clothes.  Betsy's mouth hung open when the girl
explained that she meant every stitch.  Then the girl merely stood still in
front of Betsy waiting for her to strip.

   Betsy almost refused and wanted to leave the store when a knowing smile
crossed the girl's pretty face.  "Yes!  Take them all off so we can see
what would look nice on you," the girl said.  "We have some very attractive
under garments that should make you look sexy...  for your man."

   The sales girl looked over at Thomas who was standing quietly propped
against the wall.  He simply waved his hand to indicate his approval and
smiled to show he wanted the girl to continue.  "Thomas tells me you have
been together for a year now...  and he wants to buy you some new things,"
she said.  "He wants his girl to look pretty...  look sexy."

   Betsy felt trapped at the time.  She wasn't sure, but it almost appeared
that the girl was overly friendly towards her boyfriend.  Betsy managed to
loosen her top, but it wasn't fast enough for the sales girl.  All of a
sudden the girl strutted up to Betsy.  "Hummm...  now let's get these
clothes off.  We can't try on these beautiful undies if you don't strip,"
she whispered.

   The girl's hands were all over and quickly had the shivering woman
almost naked.  It never dawned on Betsy that the girl had numerous bras and
panties in the change room and they were the correct size.  Betsy was far
too busy fending off the girl to think about anything else.  Suddenly she
was down to her bra and panties and that made the sales girl much happier.
"Now let's get you out of these ugly undies...  and into something far
sexier," she said.  "My, oh my...  I can see what Thomas sees in you. 
Sexy...  very sexy."

   All of a sudden Betsy was naked and she wasn't quite sure how it
happened.  When the last piece of clothing came off, the girl's face beamed
with pride.  Then the salesgirl tossed Betsy's bra and panties aside and
proceeded to measure her.  The girl measured Betsy's chest and even put the
measuring tape around Betsy's boobs, which seemed a little odd.  Then the
girl put her hand on top of Betsy's left breast almost daring the woman to
object.

   Betsy pretended that she knew it was all a formality and there was
nothing happening out of the ordinary.  Suddenly the girl looked her
straight in the eyes.  Betsy shivered with the memory of how she let the
salesgirl feel her boobs.  Before she had time to resist or do anything to
stop the salesgirl, the girl had her hands full of luscious boobs.  Betsy
wanted to slap the girl hard across the face, but there was something
eerily scary about her.

   So Betsy stood still and let the young girl feel her breasts like she
was assessing their size and quantity for a new bra.  She remembered
thinking that the girl looked overly confident at the time.  "I can tell
the size of your tits with my hand," she whispered without taking her hand
off Betsy's breast.  "When did you have your last period?"

   Betsy remembered mumbling her response.  She knew her breasts swelled
during her period but she wondered if that should be taken into
consideration when selecting a bra size.  "Very firm...  very nice.  Yes...
you're a C+ or a small D.  Here!  Let's try something on," the girl said
handing her a new bra.

   Betsy didn't feel comfortable trying things on, but she did it knowing
Thomas wanted her to look good.  First it was bras and one after another
she tried them on.  Each time the girl managed to grope and fondle her even
though Betsy tried hard to stop the girl's roving hands.  It seemed the
girl had a goal of molesting Betsy and she succeeded in doing it with each
fitting.  Her hands would always go to the sheer, lacy cups and feel how
the bras fit.  Then each time she would pinch the ends purposely so that
her fingers squeezed Betsy's nipples, which remained fully erect.

   Then Betsy merely stood still as the girl humiliated her even more.  The
girl removed the last bra and it was truly an amazing feat how she moved
around Betsy's body so that she stood behind her.  Acting like she was
performing a special sales gimmick, the salesgirl reached around Betsy and
grabbed her chin with her left hand.  Then she pinched the chin with her
fingers and thumb and turned Betsy's head to the side so she could whisper
in her ear.

   The girl put her lips directly on Betsy's ear and she let her tongue
flick the lobe in a taunting fashion.  "You have such marvelous nipples...
so hard and erect," she whispered.  "Now it's time...  time to cover up
that gorgeous snatch."

   Suddenly the girl's right hand slithered around Betsy's body, starting
at her neck and finishing with her flat palm on Betsy's lower tummy.  The
girl pulled the woman tightly into her young body with both arms and almost
squeezed the wind out of her.  Then the salesgirl slapped Betsy's tummy and
her fingers extended to cover her inflamed pelvis.  "Thomas!  Bring that
red one...  the one on the back of the chair."

   Betsy was too ashamed to move a muscle.  She felt the girl's daring
fingers slip downward until the tips were pressing against the insides of
her thighs.  Then Betsy thought she would surely die.  "Thomas!  I think
you'll have to buy all the panties.  She's so wet...  she'll stain them
all."

   Then to Betsy's horror, the girl brought her hand up to Betsy's mouth
and pushed her wet fingers into her mouth.  Suddenly the girl whispered so
softly that only Betsy heard.  "You're lucky he's here...  or I'd make you
cream.  Have you ever creamed in a woman's change room?"

   Thomas watched his girlfriend's eyes flutter and then roll up into her
head.  When he paid the salesgirl for a special anniversary present for
Betsy, he didn't imagine the girl putting on such a performance.  He could
see the girl was going overboard, but hesitated putting a stop to it. 
Suddenly his eyes opened wide watching the girl swipe a finger through
Betsy's wetness and then forcing his girlfriend to suck her finger.

   He listened harder to hear what the salesgirl was saying to Betsy.  "I
can feel you shaking.  I bet your boyfriend would love seeing us make
love...  right in front of him." Thomas debated telling the girl to go
ahead, but thought wiser of it, as he didn't want to humiliate Betsy more
than she already was.

   Things got even better when the girl quickly moved her hand behind
Betsy's hips.  Thomas could see her hand moving and then she spoke.  "My
God...  what an ass!  She's got the tightest ass.  Thomas...  you are one
lucky bastard."

   Betsy shivered with the memory of how she stood motionless letting the
girl squeeze and grope her ass like a sex-starved teenager.  Then all of a
sudden the girl pushed her away and practically ordered her to try on
panties.  Betsy's hands shook violently, but she managed to grab the red
thong out of Thomas' hand, as he held it out to her.  It was a definite
relief to be out of the girl's grasp and Betsy vowed to not let it happen
again.

   She swiftly pulled the skimpy garment up and over her hips.  Suddenly
Betsy was too self-conscious for any more embarrassment.  She grabbed her
clothes and Thomas could see the session was over.  It was not worth an
argument and he merely asked the sales girl to wrap-up three more of the
various styles of panties along with some of the bras.

   ***

   Once they were outside of the store, Betsy's heart rate slowly returned
to normal.  Then for the strangest reason, she determined that the
experience was not as bad as it seemed.  Suddenly the humiliation of trying
on underwear in front of a salesgirl and Thomas wasn't too bad, but rather
it was stimulating, even daring.  She remembered how excited Thomas had
gotten and how much he enjoyed watching her in the fitting room.

   Looking back on their relationship, Betsy reasoned the love/hate
relationship happened in definite stages.  In the beginning, she felt a
unique bond with Thomas and he treated her like a goddess.  Then they
slipped into a more adventurous, sexual relationship where they tried
things that seemed to get Thomas aroused.  It started with the visit to
Victoria Secrets and next stop was a smut shop.

   Thomas had sexual toys and pleasure things in mind, which was all new to
Betsy.  She felt her face turning red when they entered an adult store and
a grungy old man approached them.  Once the man found out what they were
looking for, he looked Betsy up and down with the biggest grin on his face.
His scheming facade made Betsy grab onto Thomas' arm more for mental
support rather than anything physical.

   Thinking about it years later, Betsy was positive she would have
willingly bought anything if it meant they could have left the sex shop
without talking to anyone.  The old man seemed to stand near them, as
Thomas led her around the vast store, and he filled a basket with various
objects.  It felt like an eternity and Betsy sensed the man's eyes
undressing her the entire time.

   Eventually they had selected three vibrators, two 8-inch dildos, a huge
18-inch double-dildo and various creams and lotions.  The dildos were
shaped so much like real cocks that it was almost impossible to tell the
difference.  Thomas quickly named the double cock, 'BD' for big dick, and
he gave her a knowing wink when he shoved it in the basket.  She was too
embarrassed to argue, readily agreeing to anything in an attempt to get out
of the shop, as quick as possible.

   The old mad took them through a room full of leather apparatuses, but
Betsy managed a quick and assertive, 'No thank you.' When they went to pay,
Betsy noticed a beaded doorway off to one side of the store.  She wondered
why several men plus two young couples entered what appeared to be a
mysterious room.

   Thomas noticed her questioning look.  "They show porno movies nonstop...
and also have glory holes in there," he explained.  Thomas could see Betsy
had no clue about glory holes so he explained what they were.  She almost
died at the startling revelation and couldn't imagine anyone touching, let
alone sucking, a cock that came out of a hole in the wall.  She remembered
jokingly slapping Thomas when he playfully asked her if she wanted to see
it in person.

   Betsy couldn't get out of the smut shop fast enough.  They went to
Thomas' and there was one thing on his mind.  First they tried the
vibrators and then one of the dildos.  All of a sudden Betsy finally
realized she had been living under a rock.  The sex was fantastic and the
toys and instruments of joy added to their lovemaking.

   Sometimes Thomas would use them on her, and other times Betsy used them,
as he watched.  Some of the times she used them and sucked Thomas at the
same time, which she remembered as a big turn-on for her boyfriend.  She
also remembered what really excited her.  While in her best submissive
kneeling position, she would let Thomas fuck her from behind while she
sucked on one of the dildos.

   Suddenly the images of what else Thomas liked filled her head.  That was
the time he started using clothespins on her nipples, which eventually
progressed to him using rubber bands on her boobs.  She remembered how
cutting off the blood to her breasts seemed to make them overly sensitive.
Then she shivered at the vision of how she used to moan and scream when
Thomas played with her blood-engorged nipples.

   Then Betsy remembered how Thomas taught her to deep throat.  He coaxed
her to lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. 
Then he got her to give him a blowjob.  He told Betsy to make believe she
was taking a big gulp of water and just let her throat open up.  That was
how he got his cock fully embedded in her mouth and down her throat.  The
first time he shot his load of searing cum down her throat, Betsy wondered
if his cock wasn't really in her belly.

   Of course Thomas wasn't happy until he started taking pictures of her.
Betsy remembered the progression.  He took pictures of her fully clothed,
progressing to scantily clad and then into her being completely naked. 
Eventually Thomas was taking naked pictures of Betsy in every conceivable
situation with her using all of the sex toys.  Today she wondered if he
kept his promise of not showing the photos to anyone else.  Then she
shrugged it off, as a silly thought, knowing he was a salesman who loved
boasting about his egotistical accomplishments.

   Betsy rolled onto her side and she needed a short rest.  It was time to
put an end to the dream of her second year with Thomas, as the weekend
recollection of her life story was moving into another phase.  She was
still in love with Thomas, but their relationship was constantly changing.

   ***Meets Debbie

   The time was just before Christmas and everyone seemed to reflect the
mood of the season.  Betsy felt happy and she was in a giving frame of mind
when she came home from school one day.  Just as she entered her apartment
complex, Betsy came face to face with a neighbor lady who had her arms full
of groceries and half of them had fallen to the floor.

   Betsy rushed to help the woman.  Now years later, she deemed it was one
of those innocent meetings that God must have planned.  Debbie had just
moved into the building and it was the first time they had met when Betsy
came to her aide.  They carried the groceries into Debbie's apartment and
the woman asked Betsy to stay for coffee.  There was an instant connection
between the two and each woman seemed to feel like they had known each
other for years.

   Debbie told Betsy that she was married, but her husband was in the
military.  He was gone six months at a time, which made life hard for her.
Debbie worried about his safety, but it was the most helpless feeling
knowing that she couldn't bring him home early.  She explained how her
family was arriving the next day and how her husband's parents were going
to stay for a few days.  Debbie was doing the Christmas dinner thing and
she told Betsy how deathly afraid she was of having her husband's parents
stay in her small apartment.

   Betsy immediately offered her apartment to Debbie.  "Hey!  You can put
your family up in my apartment.  I'm going to visit my family in New
Orleans for Christmas...  and won't be home until the 29th.  Please...  use
my place," Betsy said.  "Really...  use my place.  I'd feel better if
someone was there when I was gone."

   At the time it must have seemed strange to offer an almost complete
stranger to use her apartment, but the two women felt an immediate bond
when they met.  They developed an instant friendship, which grew from that
first eventful meeting.  Thinking about it now, Betsy felt it was meant to
be, her close friendship with Debbie.  She didn't feel threatened or
jealous when Debbie was around and Betsy knew the woman would never do
anything to hurt her.

   ***

   Betsy got back for New Years.  When she told Thomas about Debbie, she
wondered about the sudden sparkle in his eyes.  Thomas immediately told her
to invite Debbie to join them for New Year's Eve, as he was hosting a small
party with close friends at his house.  Betsy thought his offer was
wonderful, as she couldn't imagine Debbie being all alone when everyone
else was celebrating.

   Debbie gladly accepted the offer and the two went over to Thomas'
together.  When he saw the woman, Thomas marveled at Debbie's attractive
appearance.  She was about the same height as Betsy, about 5"8", and just
as slender.  She had short, blonde hair that framed her pretty face
perfectly.  He was instantly drawn to her eyes, which were the prettiest
hazel green, and they had the most innocent look.  He felt that instant
twinge in his crotch at her sexy faįade and vowed to do whatever it took to
get into her pants.

   Thomas couldn't take his eyes off the woman's boobs.  Debbie liked to
wear tops that displayed her cleavage and New Year's Eve was no exception.
Betsy even remembered how she noticed Debbie's loose fitting top.  She
thought about mentioning to Debbie about not bending or leaning over too
much, but shrugged off any warning as being too petty.

   The party lasted into the wee hours and Debbie readily made friends with
everyone at the party.  She was an instant attraction to one of Thomas'
friends who doted over her most of the night.  The man made sure Debbie had
a drink in her hand all night and it eventually took a toll on the woman's
stamina.  At one point, Betsy had to rescue her from the man, as he had
Debbie off in a quiet part of the house pretending to enlighten her about
something.  The two women giggled when they returned to the main party and
Debbie promised not to drink anymore.

   Like most New Year's Eve parties, everyone was feeling no pain by the
end.  Since Debbie drank more than her usual, she readily accepted the
offer to stay the night in Thomas' second bedroom.  As the party broke up,
Debbie chatted with Betsy about letting her hair down on such a celebrative
night even though her husband was not there.  Betsy remembered that was the
first time they hugged.  It sort of seemed natural for her to comfort
someone who was separated from her loving husband.

   "God, I miss him so much.  I shouldn't be out having so much fun when my
husband is away," Debbie whispered falling into Betsy's open arms.

   "He'll be home soon.  I'll be here for you...  when you need someone,"
Betsy whispered.

   "I can't believe I found you.  I was so lonely...  living all by myself.
Then you showed up that day...  helped me with my clumsy grocery mishap,"
Debbie said.  "I love you...  oh God, I'm sorry...  I mean...  God, I don't
know what I mean." In a funny sort of way, Debbie believed it.  She felt a
very extraordinary bond with her newfound friend and it felt good being
with her in a time of need.

   "I know.  I know...  I feel the same way.  When we met...  I realized
you were someone special," Betsy whispered.  Then they put their arms
around each other in a most loving embrace.

   Betsy was unaware at the time, but her boyfriend was going out of his
mind watching her in the arms of another woman.  Thomas had returned to the
astonishing scene after the last of his guests departed and he stood
spellbound in the doorway of the quiet living room.  Then he slipped off to
his bedroom and waited for Betsy to say goodnight to her friend.  The ten
to fifteen minutes he waited seemed like an eternity and he jumped Betsy's
bones as soon as she came to bed.

   Thomas had torrid intercourse with his girlfriend, but he was dreaming
about Debbie.  When he first found out about the woman, he put a plan in
place to fuck Debbie.  Not only did he intend on having sex with the woman,
but also he planned for Betsy to be a willing participant.  Like most men,
Thomas had a vivid fantasy of watching lesbian sex.  The fact Debbie was a
beautiful woman with a sexy body was a bonus, but it was her sincere
innocence that got him really excited.

   ***

   The three had brunch the next day.  As Thomas kept his secret to
himself, nothing out of the ordinary happened.  Betsy remembered how she
spent the day with Thomas, and then that night, he asked her a million
questions about Debbie.  At the time she just thought he was concerned for
a woman separated from her husband and family, but she later learned he was
on a mission.

   As time went by, Debbie was included in more and more outings with the
couple.  Betsy never realized until much later that her boyfriend schemed
to have Debbie around.  It seemed like a natural evolution that Thomas
wanted Betsy to see more of her dear friend.  Then one day Debbie called
Betsy and informed her that she had a major plumbing problem in her
apartment.  The building's maintenance man informed the woman that she
would not have a shower for four or five days, so Debbie asked if she could
use Betsy's in the meantime.

   That was how two close friends grew to appreciate the familiarity with
each other.  Betsy remembered coming into her bedroom just as Debbie walked
out of the bathroom.  The woman was blow-drying her hair and she was
completely nude with her arms raised high in the air.  Their eyes met and
it was too late for any modesty, so Debbie shrugged and both women laughed
at how she had been caught.  From that point, there was no problem with
either woman letting the other see them nude or in any state of undress.

   Betsy never thought anything about how Thomas kept prying about Debbie.
She told him everything and even all of the intimate things that happened
between two close girlfriends.  One night Betsy went out with Debbie and
the woman told her about being upset because her husband was not coming
home as planned.  Maybe she had too much wine; maybe she just wanted to
console her friend, but Betsy offered Debbie her toys.  She knew there was
no replacing the woman's husband, but a vibrator or dildo might offer
Debbie some comfort and release of her sexual tension.

   After a few days, Debbie returned the vibrator and dildo.  The two women
chatted and suddenly Debbie asked her how she got them.  So Betsy told her
the whole story about the sex shop, including the groping by the young
salesgirl that happened at Victoria Secrets earlier.  Debbie was awestruck
that it could happen so innocently in a public place and she wanted to know
what exactly the salesgirl did.  Then Debbie suggested that Betsy show her,
as she just had to know everything.

   Betsy flashed back to the first time she put her hands on Debbie in a
sexual manner.  She agreed to tell about what happened in the change room,
but first she offered to get them some more wine.  Betsy felt the urge to
delay things, as everything seemed to be happening so fast and unexpected.
When she came back into the room, Betsy remembered the woman acting very
nervous.  Debbie stood up beside the sofa when her friend approached,
knowing she was about to experience something out of this world.

   It was all very strange and new to Betsy too.  She could see the woman's
chest heaving in and out at a rapid rate and Debbie appeared flushed with
that familiar lust displayed on her face.  Betsy remembered how much her
hands shook when she put the glasses of wine down on the table, as she
spilled some.

   Betsy could not remember a time when she felt so much strength and
courage.  She stared into the dreamy eyes of her friend and instantly
noticed the woman expected her to act.  Betsy tried hard not to babble or
stumble over her words.  "First, you have to take off your top," she said
in a clear, concise tone.

   All of a sudden Debbie was standing in front of her without her top.  It
was hard to remember the exact feeling when she put her hands inside
Debbie's bra.  Unlike the salesgirl, she immediately pinched and caressed
the nipples, which instantly got rock hard.  Debbie's boobs were slightly
smaller than Betsy's but they were much, much firmer.

   "She told me that the nipples have to be hard so you can see if they
show through the bra.  Then she whipped off my bra leaving me shivering and
wondering what she would do next," Betsy whispered.

   Betsy remembered seeing an excited look on Debbie's face and the
expectations that she wanted more.  So Betsy reached for the clasp and
removed the bra.  Both women gasped at the sight of bare boobies.  Suddenly
Betsy wondered how far she could push it or even how far she should push
it. She put her fingers on both nipples and rolled the swollen buds around
and around until the woman's eyes fluttered.

   "Then the girl felt my boobs...  saying she had to assess their size
with her hands," she whispered.  Then Betsy did just that.  She fondled
another woman's breasts and marveled at how nice they felt in her hands. 
Then her fingers went back to the nipples and rolled them around again.

   Betsy recalled that eventful day like it was yesterday.  She remembered
how mystified she was by her friend's actions, but reasoned Debbie acted in
such a manner because she had not seen her husband for months.  "Oh, my
God...  I've never had another woman touch me...  touch me like that,"
Debbie moaned.  "Betsy...  Betsy, oh God...  I can't stop.  Oh God, my
pants are wet...  soaked with cream."

   Betsy witnessed animal lust in the truest form.  She could tell Debbie
was trying her hardest to resist the temptation to orgasm but it did little
good.  The telltale signs of her ragged breathing and shivering hips gave
it away.  Suddenly Betsy got a brilliant inspiration.  "Let's use the
vibrator.  Strip!  Take your jeans off...  and your panties." Betsy
remembered how her hands shook when she helped the woman strip.

   Then Debbie stood petrified, completely naked and more than ready to
continue.  Suddenly the cold tip of the vibrator was between her thighs. 
Debbie flinched but opened her legs to enable her dear friend to put the
vibrating gadget in her crotch.  There was instant gratification when her
puffy labia were spread wide enough for Betsy to push the vibrator into the
wetness.

   Debbie closed her legs and crushed the plastic tool deeper into her
crotch with her powerful thighs.  The million little fingers of pulsating
love caressed every tiny fragment of her slit and pushed hard against her
clitoris, which seemed to be inflamed.  Debbie could hardly stand and
suddenly her head was resting on Betsy's shoulder.

   The vibrator was nonstop and Debbie's emotions soared to crest higher
than she ever imagined.  Then the distraught woman started raving and she
apologized for losing control again.  Debbie's entire body shook violently,
as the battery powered pecker was rammed into her soaked crevice.

   Betsy recalled the wonderful sensations of being in control.  She held
Debbie and it was a tremendous feeling of having a woman climax in her
arms. Then Betsy remembered what happened next.  Debbie soared into
unfamiliar territory and she was consumed by an untamed lust like nothing
in her young life.  She franticly ripped Betsy's clothes off and swiftly
had the woman of her dreams completely naked.

   Even before the last spasm rocked her lithe torso, Debbie attacked like
a wild beast.  She was a lot rougher than she intended, but that didn't
seem to matter in her lust filled mind.  The woman devoured the most
luscious tits she'd ever seen and hungrily sucked on the supple nipples. 
Debbie filled her mouth with saliva and rolled the pebbles around like
marbles in oil, which made Betsy's chest heave in and out.

   Betsy dropped the vibrator and she tried to hold the mad woman at bay.
All of a sudden she was falling and it took all of her dexterity to prevent
getting hurt.  Her arms were strewn outwards catching herself before
hitting the floor too hard.  Debbie never hesitated and her hands were all
over the sexiest woman.

   Suddenly Debbie's head was on Betsy's chest with her mouth devouring an
enlarged nipple.  Trying hard to imagine how it happened, after so many
years, Betsy had no idea how the woman got her hands on the sex toys. 
Debbie's left hand placed the vibrating penis directly on top of her clit
and Betsy went out of her mind.  Then Debbie inserted the big rubber dick
until her hand got extremely wet.

   Betsy glanced down and she watched Debbie's mouth and tongue work shear
magic.  Every time she noticed the tongue flick out and lick one of her
nipples, her chest heaved upward in a most violent fashion.  Betsy couldn't
see past the woman's head, but she felt what was happening.  The vibrator
buzzed at a furious rate and the constant contact on her tender clitoris
was profound.

   She desperately wanted to plead, even beg for the woman to stop but it
was too late.  A shocking spasm shot through her inner being and then
another until the tremors ran together.  Betsy threw her head back and
arched her back severely but there was no escape.  It took forever to come
down out of the clouds but eventually her body stopped thrashing all over
the plush carpet.

   Looking back on that first time, Betsy found it weird that there was no
oral or actual kissing.  It was more of a sexual release than anything
else. Now years later, Betsy grinned realizing that love would come later.
She wasn't sure what time it was when they managed to work their way up to
Betsy's bedroom.  The two women remained naked when they climbed into bed
and slept.  When the sun came up, Betsy refused to open her eyes for fear
they would pop.  She heard the shower running and Debbie getting dressed.
Then there was a soft, tender kiss on her cheek and suddenly everything got
eerily quiet when the woman departed.

   ***

   ////

   For the next month or so, nothing was said about that night.  Betsy
remembered telling Thomas every detail and seeing his face light up with
immense delight.  When Thomas was around Debbie, he never acted like he
knew a thing.  All he said was that they should invite the woman over to
his place when the pool was ready.  Betsy never suspected that Thomas
intended having a piece of Debbie, but she should have realized his plan
when he brought up Debbie during sex.

   For the silliest reason, Betsy suddenly broke out in a big laugh.  Even
though it was years after the fact, she actually roared out loud when
thinking about how stupid she acted with her boyfriends.  Thomas was no
different.  Now she realized he planned and schemed for months.  The man
must have known about her secret passion buttons and he seemed to hit one
every time.

   Betsy remembered one sexual innuendo.  It happened during intercourse
and Thomas suddenly whispered in her ear.  He asked Betsy if she thought
Debbie was any good at licking pussy, but she shrugged off his question
with an embarrassing blush.

   Her relationship with Thomas continued hot and heavy, but then something
else happened.  Debbie came over to Betsy's on one particular Friday night
with a bottle of wine.  The two women seldom had free time for any
long-winded discussions, but they chatted or talked briefly almost every
day.  During one of their chats earlier in the week, Betsy mentioned that
Thomas was going away for the upcoming weekend on some kind of medical
conference.

   Debbie seized the opportunity to be alone with Betsy.  The first word
out of her mouth when she showed up at the door was an apology for what
happened a month ago.  "I'm sorry for the way I acted...  the other night.
I've never done that before...  with another woman, I mean.  I think it was
not having any physical contact with my husband...  that made me so horny,"
Debbie explained.  "My God!  I can't remember being...  acting so
horribly."



   ////



   "It's alright.  Don't worry," Betsy whispered.

   "But I acted wrong.  I should never have acted that way," Debbie said.

   Again Betsy tried to reassure her friend that everything was okay.

   "But I shouldn't have...  I guess I just lost it."

   "Don't worry, I didn't mind at all."

   "Oh God...  your friendship means so much to me."

   "It's alright."

   "Not having Hank around for months...  must have made me loose it."

   The scene was right out of a romantic movie.  The sexy woman wearing a
low-cut blouse and loose, casual skirt was standing with her hands full. 
Debbie held two crystal wine glasses by the stems in one hand and a bottle
of white wine in the other.  Her mouth was open, just as she finished her
last statement, and Betsy put a stop to her rambling.

   "I'm not sorry," Betsy whispered.  Suddenly she kissed Debbie hard on
the lips.  Debbie put her arms up, as if to protest, but her hands were
full.  There was no hesitation when her tongue lashed out to meet the
aggressor.  Debbie felt a guiding hand on her elbow and suddenly the two
women stumbled towards the bedroom.

   Betsy's memory went back to the Friday night of the decade.  It was
after torrid sex that the bottle of wine was opened.  They were still
overheated and the dry, sharp wine tasted great.  What Betsy did find out
about her newfound girlfriend was that Debbie turned into an absolute
aggressor once lust took over her reasoning.  It was as if the woman could
not satisfy her raging thirst for sex and she turned into a wild woman
whenever they were together.

   Every sexual encounter started out innocently and they would sit around
chatting without actually touching each other.  It seemed their emotions
simmered for a certain length of time before the temptation was too much to
resist.  They both seemed to know something sinful was on the horizon and
it usually took about thirty minutes before one or the other made a
provocative gesture.  Debbie reasoned that an affair with another woman was
not really being unfaithful to her husband.

   Suddenly Betsy laughed at how they quickly lost control.  One of them
would start ripping the other's clothes off and soon both women would be
naked.  It didn't matter which apartment they were in because each woman
had a full complement of toys, as Betsy had divided them up.  Strangely,
Betsy thought about it now, but the sex was merely a method or venting or
relieving pent up sexual tension.  There was no oral and still no intimate
kissing, up to that point, Betsy thought with a giggle.  They would finger
each other and use the various sex toys to get the gratification they
needed.

   When each session was over, they acted like nothing had happened.  That
weekend was the beginning of an affair that neither woman considered
perverted or long lasting.  Debbie had her husband who was returning home
shortly and Betsy had her boyfriend, Thomas.  So the weekend started a
casual relationship where one or the other would visit the other's
apartment every other week.  Looking back on it now, Betsy assumed it was
like an addiction where they could resist the temptation for a short time
but not stop it entirely.

   When Thomas heard about the affair, he was the happiest man on earth. 
He tried to hide his enthusiasm, but it was like a dream come true to him.
Thomas set everything up perfectly.  He cleaned and rejuvenated the pool
after the winter shutdown and wanted to open the pool in style.  "Darling,
please invite your friend, Debbie, over for dinner.  I'll make my special
ribs and we'll open the pool in style," he told Betsy.  "And darling... 
don't mention anything to her about bringing a suit.  I want to see the
look on her face when you tell her we're going swimming."

   Now Betsy knew what he was up to.  At the time she wondered if she
should help her boyfriend seduce her friend, but all of a sudden she also
found the idea very alluring.  Suddenly she tried to remember everything
about the evening.  Her memory included Debbie being naked in the pool with
Thomas, Debbie licking her first pussy and Thomas fucking her brains out.

   Thomas was the chef that night and the meal was fantastic.  They ate on
the back deck and Betsy remembered the setting as being very tranquil. 
Thomas cooked baby-back ribs to perfection and then he suggested they all
go for a dip.  Debbie immediately explained her lack of a bathing suit, but
that was where Thomas' plan came into play.  He had already scripted what
Betsy should say.  "Not a problem.  We never wear anything.  As you can
see...  the pool is secluded.  C'mon, don't be chicken...  join us.  Why
not?  We're all friends...  and I love watching Thomas' eyes bug out when
he sees a naked woman."

   They all laughed but there was a sudden serious mood in the calm night
air.  Debbie's mouth hung open when she watched her two friends disrobe and
exuberantly jump in the water.  She hesitated, but since no one paid any
attention to her, she slowly took off her clothes.  When she was down to
her bra and panties, Debbie stood still next to the pool shivering like
crazy.

   Debbie looked adorable and too sexy to resist, so Thomas quickly got out
of the pool.  He rushed over to the frightened woman and swiftly shoved her
into the warm water.  Debbie did an incredible belly flop and she came up
gasping and sputtering for air.  Before she could do anything or stop her
two friends, they swiftly stripped her last garments.

   After that, Betsy remembered how they acted like teenagers.  They
splashed and frolicked and all the while Debbie imagined the water-snake
trolling the waters.  She couldn't get the picture of a naked man out of
her head.  Thomas was the first to get out of the water.  He stood facing
the two women and brazenly let the water drip off his body.  Then he laid
down on one of the three lounge chairs, laying flat on his back with his
legs spread.

   Betsy noticed Debbie's eyes following Thomas, as he left the water. 
"Yes.  Thomas is built.  Gawd, I remember the first time...  we had sex,"
she whispered.  "Wait till you feel it...  touch his cock." Betsy could
still see her boyfriend's semi-flaccid pecker drooping downward between his
legs in a most enticing fashion.

   Suddenly Debbie ripped her eyes away from the sinful scene and stared
into Betsy's.  The words echoed in her head and she wasn't sure of the
meaning of what Betsy told her.  All of a sudden she realized it was true.
Her dearest friend was setting her up with her boyfriend.  Debbie never
interpreted it as anything but a loving gesture of Betsy trying to comfort
her sex-starved girlfriend.  Debbie felt herself getting wet and knew it
wasn't because of the swimming pool.

   Then the two women stayed in the pool and chatted for another fifteen
minutes.  Much of the conversation had sexual overtones and that was when
Betsy found out that her friend craved sex.  Debbie also told Betsy that
her husband was not nearly as well endowed, as Thomas, and mentioned how
envious she was.  Then the two giggled out loud at Betsy's reference of
what it was like to feel Thomas' manly cock.  When they talked about having
a threesome, Debbie giggled saying she heard about such things, but never
experienced anything of the sorts.

   When Betsy got out of the pool and knelt on the pool deck, the sound of
two pounding chests could almost be heard.  She held her hand out and
indicated Debbie should take it.  Debbie reached for the outstretched hand
and got out of the pool.  Then the two women slowly walked over to where
Thomas was brazenly spread out on the lounge chair.

   Betsy remembered how she grinned from ear to ear when she noticed her
boyfriend.  Thomas had his eyes closed pretending he was sleeping, but
there was no doubt he wasn't.  She saw his stiff cock lying at an upward
angle along his belly and it jerked up and down almost teasing any
onlooker.

   Suddenly Debbie was pushed against the lounge chair.  There was a soft,
guiding hand in the middle of her back, which pushed her forward and
downward at the same time.  Debbie was forced onto her knees and her eyes
bugged out when the enlarged penis was right in front of her face.  Her
eyes got even bigger in amazement when the twitching pecker jumped up and
down in the air over Thomas' flat belly.

   Debbie was not asked, but her shaking hand went to the pecker.  Her
dainty fingers closed around the thickest shaft and she was positive her
heart was going to burst.  Debbie spoke but she didn't understand why. 
"Oh, my God.  No...  no, it's too big.  Bigger than Hank's...  the biggest
I've ever seen," she whispered, as she held the hard cock straight up. 
"It's feels...  feels so thick in my hand.  Dear God...  Betsy, you're
pushing my head..."

   Her words were stifled when her mouth touched the flaming cock.  The
bulbous head of Thomas' manhood brushed against Debbie's lips and suddenly
the entire head was inside her burning cavity.  She recalled sucking Hank's
penis a few times, but it was nothing like this.  Suddenly she put her
other hand on Thomas' cock and tried to prevent it from entering her
throat.

   Debbie was utterly amazed by how readily she sucked Thomas' cock. 
Blowjobs were never her favorite, but all of a sudden it didn't seem so
bad. She felt the blood rushing through the cock and tried to move her
hands up and down knowing it would please Thomas.  Suddenly he twisted his
fingers into her hair and held her head absolutely still on top of his
throbbing pecker.  Thomas jerked his hips a few times and Debbie was
deathly afraid he was going to blast his load down her throat.

   Before she had time to resist or do anything to stop the man, Thomas
yanked her body forward.  He grabbed her around the shoulders and forced
her onto his lap.  Debbie was forced to put one leg on either side of the
chair and she straddled Thomas' lower body around his hips.  It left her
totally vulnerable.  "Oh, my God.  This can't be...  can't be happening to
me," she moaned knowing what was next.  "Oh...  oh...  oh God.  I can feel
it.  Feel your cock under me," the married blonde whispered.

   Suddenly Debbie glanced over to her friend.  Her breathing got more
ragged by the second and she felt her heart rate increase dramatically. 
When her eyes started to flutter, Debbie realized she was losing control.
Her eyes glazed over and felt like they would roll up into her forehead. 
At first she almost expected Betsy to put a stop to what her boyfriend was
doing, but Debbie quickly realized that would not happen.

   Debbie was on a cloud, floating through the sky, trying desperately to
ignore the haunting guilt of being unfaithful with a man for the first time
in her life.  Her legs straightened just enough so that her body rose up
off Thomas' pelvis.  She felt a hand between her legs and fully understood
the consequences.  Suddenly something brushed against her narrow, wet slit
and then Debbie felt her labia being spread apart.  Her hips twitched and
jerked back and forth which seemed to allow penetration.

   All of a sudden she felt strong, controlling hands around her waist. 
Her torso was lifted slightly and then rammed downward with a most violent
pull.  Suddenly she wasn't floating anymore and her breathing stopped. 
Debbie had never felt anything in her belly before and it was impossible to
comprehend she was being fucked by someone other than her husband.  Nothing
moved for the longest time.  There was no pain, but merely a stretching
sensation between her legs.  Then her body was moving up and down and big,
rough hands were adjusting her boobs, as if they were doorknobs.

   Thomas cupped Debbie's titties and he relished how soft, yet perky they
were.  He pinched the hard nipples with his fingers and pulled so that her
torso leaned forward.  With Debbie's upper body at an angle, her boobs hung
down making them jiggle and sway from side to side.  Then Thomas started
thrusting his powerful hips up and down and he felt her body slap against
his pelvis each time she came crashing down.  He could feel her inner
sanctuary squeezing and trying to milk his cock and knew Debbie was beyond
caring.

   All of a sudden her body started jerking and he knew she was close. 
Thomas drove his hips up with all his might and he heard Debbie cry out
with a lost passion.  Debbie spread her knees farther apart and she let her
hips crash downward with such force that his cock was fully embedded.

   Everything was new to Debbie.  Sex with her husband was good, but it did
not compare to what was happening at that moment.  She had intercourse with
Hank on a regular basis when he was home, but nobody had ever fucked her,
ravaged her body like this.  Thomas was an animal and suddenly she realized
her passions and desire matched his.  He was rough and demanding and used
her for his own gratification.  The problem in her distraught mind was that
she willingly succumbed to his demands.

   Debbie felt a powerful spasm rock her confidence and then the tremors
were too strong.  Her entire body went into convulsions and her juices
flowed unabated, coating the big cock buried in her belly.  Suddenly she
felt the comfort of her dearest friend.  "Gawd, baby.  Oh, my gawd, do
it... let it go," Betsy whispered.  "Oh, baby, you look so good.  That's
it...  cum all over Thomas' wonderful cock."

   So she did.  Debbie climaxed like never before and she let all of her
emotions ride the sky-high rails.  She didn't try to stop and suddenly
something hot and burning filled her inner being.  Debbie realized Thomas
was cumming and she eagerly let it happen.  She was utterly baffled when
another series of violent tremors shot through her body.  Then Debbie
realized it was the orgasm of the century and she wondered if it would ever
end.

   The spasms started out similar to anything else, but then they ravaged
her entire body from head to toe.  Sweat covered her body, as every muscled
seemed to tense and be part of the orgasm.  Suddenly something unbelievable
happened.  A calm, so peaceful, washed over her and then she felt a river
of cum flow from her secret chamber.  She coveted the large cock buried in
her soul and it turned out to be the most peaceful, yet traumatic climax.

   Her body was soaked when she collapsed on top of Thomas.  Debbie didn't
have the strength to move or to get off his spent torso.  She felt his
manhood, still big and throbbing deep inside of her, but then it slowly
seemed to slide from her deepest regions.  Again the feeling was peaceful,
as she felt his cock dwindle and shrink enough so that it slipped out of
her still throbbing hole.

   Debbie still didn't want to move, but suddenly Betsy rolled her off
Thomas.  Betsy put her arms around her friend and they hugged.  Thomas
could see the glint in Betsy's eye and knew what she was up to.  He heard
all about the two women spending time together and especially how they used
sex toys.  Dreaming about watching his gorgeous girlfriend with another
woman was one thing.  Having the seduction play out right in front of his
face was the ultimate fantasy.

   Thomas quickly grabbed both women by the arm.  "Let's go inside... 
where it's warm and comfortable," he whispered.  Then he ushered them into
the house and all the way up to his bedroom.  All of a sudden he watched
Betsy kiss Debbie on the lips.  It started out as tender pecking and
quickly turned into a heated, intense kiss.  Thomas marveled at seeing
Betsy's tongue slip into Debbie's mouth and then the two women locked in a
French kiss.  He even felt a familiar twitching in his loins when he
noticed Betsy's hands slip into the hair on Debbie's head.  Then his eyes
grew large when his girlfriend forced the woman's head downward with a
stern, demanding yank.

   Betsy's fingers intertwined in the curly strands of hair and she guided
Debbie's head to her chest.  "Suck.  Suck my breasts...  my nipples and
make them harder," she moaned.  "Oh, gawd, yes.  Use your tongue...  like
that, yes!"

   Betsy remembered how the caresses made her head spin.  She had been with
Debbie many times when they each used a vibrator or dildo in order to
climax.  She told Thomas how they sometimes finger fucked each other but
never had they kissed or performed actual cunnilingus.  Suddenly Betsy felt
powerful and in control.  She pushed Debbie backwards until she was forced
to sit on the edge of the bed.  Then Betsy dove onto the bed landing flat
on her back.

   Thomas couldn't believe his good fortune.  He watched as the timid, yet
brave, young woman leaned over and kissed her lover again.  The kiss lasted
a few moments and then his girlfriend took over.  Betsy pushed the top of
Debbie's head until the woman's lips were on her chest.  The titty loving
was brief, as well, and soon Betsy was pushing again.  Slowly and ever so
deftly, she pushed the head downward until she felt the hot, wet tongue on
her tummy.

   When the tip of Debbie's tongue pretended to be a tiny penis and fuck
her bellybutton, Betsy's heart beat at a frantic rate.  All of a sudden she
had to remove her hands from Debbie's head.  Betsy flung her arms out to
the sides and she dug her fingers desperately into the sheets.  She
strained, arching her back severely, but her spirit seemed to leave her
body, as it floated aimlessly in the air.

   Then Debbie shifted around on the bed so that she crouched between
Betsy's splayed legs.  Suddenly Betsy felt it.  The tongue licked and
stroked her lower tummy and coated her upraised, shaved pelvis with oily
saliva.  When the tip of Debbie's tongue lashed through her wet opening,
Betsy's entire body jerked anxiously.  Betsy felt fingers spreading her
soaked labia and she knew what was coming next.  Debbie's head dipped
slightly and then Betsy was hit with a fierce jolt of electricity.  The
tongue lapped her wetness like a rabid dog and Betsy wondered why she had
not tried cunnilingus with Debbie before?

   All of a sudden Debbie was distracted.  Abruptly her hips were jerked
off the bed and she was propped up on her knees.  She twisted her torso
around and swatted at Thomas.  Debbie's first impulse was to stop the man,
but unexpectedly the thought of being ravaged again was overwhelming. 
Suddenly Thomas grabbed her head and shoved it back into the fiery inferno.
His intent was clear and for Debbie, there was no way out.  In an instant
of clarity, she realized that she didn't want one.

   Her fingers returned to the puffy, pussy lips and then she saw the pink
target.  It was the most amazing sight when her mouth sucked the tiny,
winged clitoris and the woman's hips thrashed up and down out of control.
Debbie's cheeks were on fire and she felt an overpowering attraction for
something that she once considered taboo.

   Success built her confidence and Debbie started using her teeth.  She
was very careful not to bite too hard on such a delicate morsel and just as
she nibbled on the tender bud, she felt Thomas' insisting probing of her
vulnerable opening with his magnificent cock.

   It was the weirdest feeling for Debbie.  She desperately wanted to delay
or stop Thomas' assault, yet she had the strongest urge to fulfill a dream.
Her tongue lapped up the immense juices, which tasted a little bitter on
her tongue, yet sweet, once the river ran down her throat.

   Then Debbie felt like yelling out loud.  Her dearest friend was
experiencing an orgasm and it was a lesbian lust felt by both women. 
Debbie pushed her face into the wetness and used her tongue with the skill
of an experienced pro when she took Betsy over the top.  The feeling was
profound but Debbie had only a fleeting moment to relish what she had just
done.

   Suddenly her world exploded.  She let out a big gasp, as the air rushed
out of her lungs, when Thomas speared her from behind, embedding his
monster once again in her ready cunt.  From the first thrust, he ravaged
and used her body.

   Thomas dug his sharp nails into the soft flesh of her hips and he held
on tight.  Every time Thomas pumped his hips forward, he pulled back hard
with his hands, which embedded his throbbing cock to the max.  Debbie never
dreamed of experiencing a second orgasm.  Just as her tongue quieted and
she stopped drinking the sweet nectar, she felt a sudden quake vibrate
through her midsection.  It was the foundation of a romantic threesome that
all three would cherish forever.

   ***

   That was the beginning of the summer of 89.  Debbie licked her first
pussy and Thomas fucked her brains out whenever he could.  Debbie was
usually at Thomas' house on the weekends all summer and she would spend the
night in Thomas and Betsy's bed, as the couple had the greatest toy.

   Thomas was overjoyed by it all.  He loved having sex with two women and
especially loved watching Betsy and Debbie together, utilizing many of the
sex toys.  When they first purchased the BD, Thomas used it on Betsy, but
he loved it even more when she used 'big dick' on herself.  It sent a
shiver through Betsy's entire body when she thought back to how big BD
actually was and how it took forever to stretch her honey-hole to
accommodate such a big cock.

   Betsy became extremely proficient at reaching marvelous orgasms using
the oversized dildo.  She quickly learned that the orgasm was fantastic
when she inserted about half the dildo into her pussy and then yanked the
rubber shaft towards her belly.  It put tremendous pressure on her delicate
clitoris and the climaxes were mind-blowing.

   The first time Debbie saw BD, she almost fainted.  She insisted that
there was no way such a huge cock would ever get inside of her, but Thomas
merely took that as a challenge.

   Betsy remembered one particular night when Thomas made drinks he called
peach-riches.  One can of frozen lemonade, one can vodka and very ripe
peaches all blended into a fabulous drink, which worked magic on
unsuspecting women.  Betsy tried to recall what exactly happened that
night, as her memory was slightly clouded from being inebriated.  Debbie
had gotten drunk, as well, and that had been Thomas' opportunity.

   Once Thomas had made the peach-riches with a double amount of alcohol,
it took no time to get both women to lose all their inhibitions.  Betsy
couldn't remember how or why, but he managed to get her and Debbie naked.
That in and of itself, not an unusual thing, but what Betsy did remember
was being locked in an intense battle with her dear friend.  She wrestled
around on the floor with Debbie in a playful, jostling manner but somehow
Debbie seemingly got the better of the action.

   Suddenly Betsy's recollection got detailed and vivid.  Thomas had
intervened.  Betsy could still hear her boyfriend encouraging Debbie to use
the strap-on.  He helped Debbie strap it around her slender hips, and was
then telling, even demanding that she should forcefully fuck his
girlfriend.

   Betsy remembered how the once playful wrestling abruptly took on a more
vehement tone, as she desperately tried to fend off her determined friend,
who had become wild.  When the strong, determined fingers closed around her
neck, it felt like all the acting was real.  All of a sudden Betsy couldn't
breathe and it felt strange, as her mind went into great turmoil.

   Betsy could still visualize herself fighting off the woman.  Suddenly
Debbie's powerful fingers were around her throat and to this day it was the
strangest feeling when her breathing was severely hampered by Debbie's
choking.  Betsy remembered thinking that she should fight but her spirit
was broken in a heartbeat by the dominating woman.

   Betsy remembered being ordered to do this, do that, and act in a certain
fashion.  She couldn't imagine a race to the finish that lasted any longer
than the wrestling match.  It was almost as if it was the rape of the
century.  She was choked and forced to obey when ordered to spread her
legs. Then she felt the big dildo spread her universe and fuck her so hard
that the sudden attack and pain made her cry out loud.

   Betsy tried to recall what else happened.  Oh, yes, she thought.  Her
hair was pulled hard and her head twisted from side to side, as the woman
extracted every ounce of humiliation from her slave.  The most shocking
thing for Betsy was Debbie slapping her face, and then being forced to
stare into the intense eyes of a mad woman.  When the first spasm shot
through her loins like an out of control freight train, Betsy willingly
accepted the submissive role demanded by her two, dearest friends.

   Looking back on it now, Betsy realized how conniving Thomas really was.
He told her afterwards that he enjoyed the wrestling session more than
anything in the world.  She fell for his line that his love grew when he
watched her in the arms of another woman.  At the time Betsy remembered
being so confused that it was easy for Thomas to convince her to use BD on
Debbie.  He insisted she do it, rather than doing it himself, because
Debbie would more readily cooperate if she was befriended by Betsy.

   Her orgasm had barely subsided so that her breathing was fairly smooth
when Thomas whispered in her ear.  "Sweetheart...  let's use BD on her. 
Let's fuck her with big dick and make her our little slut," he whispered.
"I want to watch you...  fuck her with BD."

   Betsy remembered how they worked together on the unsuspecting Debbie. 
"C'mon, baby.  Suck some cock...  suck it baby," he whispered.  "Get that
pretty ass up in the air...  I want to watch Bets fuck that sweet ass."

   Sense and reasoning must have led Debbie to believe she would be getting
screwed with the strap-on dildo, which had been just stripped from her
hips. She willing succumbed to Thomas' demands, with a little help from
Betsy, as they propped her up on hands and knees in a perfect doggie
position.  Thomas quickly shoved his cock in her blushing face and demanded
she suck it.

   Betsy remembered shivering madly thinking it was wrong, but she didn't
stop.  She crouched behind Debbie and rubbed the elongated dildo up and
down in her wetness, knowing the big tool had to be lubricated.  Then she
slowly pushed the bulbous head into the puffy opening, which made Debbie
moan out loud.  When Betsy worked the head into the honey-hole, she felt
Debbie's body twist and turn.

   Debbie must have felt something strange, but when she tried to stop the
intrusion, Thomas merely grabbed her head.  He yanked on her hair to hold
her head steady so that his cock stayed inside her hot mouth.

   But that was not the best part, Betsy thought, as she looked back on the
eventful night.  Once she managed to get a few inches of the realistic cock
inside the writhing woman, Thomas demanded the ultimate sacrifice.  He
sternly shifted Debbie around and flopped her onto her back.  "Now we fuck.
Betsy!  It's time our little love-slave gets fucked by BD," Thomas said. 
"Betsy, honey.  Fuck her with your favorite toy."

   Thomas hovered near Debbie's head and pinned her shoulders to the bed.
He purposely rubbed the saliva that coated his cock onto Debbie's cheek and
did it in a mocking fashion.  "Now baby's going to get fucked...  by her
girlfriend," he whispered.  "Spread those gorgeous legs and let Bets see
your sweet cunt."

   To this day Betsy didn't know why she complied with her boyfriend's
wishes.  She remembered staring at her innocent girlfriend who appeared
drugged and more than willing to continue.  Debbie's legs remained spread,
as if waiting for her lover to take her.  That was how one of the most
dramatic paragraphs of her life story flashed through her head.  She
imagined herself bending over slowly and placing the big dick directly on
Debbie's soaked pussy.  The dildo was still lubricated and Betsy thrust
three or four inches inside, as Debbie whimpered in protest once again.

   At the time Betsy wondered if it was possible for both women to get
fucked by the double dildo at the same time.  Thomas answered her question
immediately by rotating her around so that she was sitting right next to
Debbie's hips.  It was one of those memorable events in a person's life,
which they would always find totally amazing.

   Thomas spoke to both women ensuring his wishes were carried out. 
"That's it baby...  keep your cunt close to Bets.  Yes...  push baby... 
push harder," he whispered to Debbie.

   "Sweet Jesus, honey...  do it.  More...  get more of that big fucking
cock inside your hot cunt," he whispered to his love.  "God, Betsy.  I want
to watch both of you cum...  cum all over big dick."

   Both women acted like robots controlled by the overly excited Thomas. 
How her fingers got on top of her clitoris was a mystery to Betsy, even
today.  She knew it would take special measures for her to climax, so she
caressed her clit in the only way she knew how.  She rolled it around in
the oily juices and suddenly she noticed Debbie doing the same thing.  Both
women masturbated with the double-edge sword buried in their love-boxes and
Thomas reveled in heavenly bliss.

   The climaxes were simultaneous and eventually Betsy and Debbie collapsed
in complete exhaustion.  Thomas had just witnessed divine ecstasy.  He
merely rode an erotic roller coaster and his lust grew to immense
proportions.  There wasn't a man on the planet who wouldn't have screwed
either woman after watching the earlier erotic display.

   Neither woman put up any struggle when he mounted them.  First he rode
his girlfriend for a short time, and then he jumped into Debbie's inviting
saddle.  Both pussies were extremely hot and filled with molten lava, which
robbed his stamina very quickly.  Thomas didn't dare stay inside one of the
heated pussies too long for fear of experiencing a premature orgasm, so he
took his time.

   All of a sudden Betsy remembered the short-lived disappoint from that
day.  She watched her boyfriend twitch and then jerk wildly out of control,
as he filled Debbie's womb with male cum.  Betsy had been jealous at the
time, but she forgot about his infidelity when she thought about having
loving emotions for both Thomas and Debbie.  Then Thomas rolled off Debbie
and put his strong, virile arms around Betsy and everything was okay.

   Suddenly Betsy thought about another one of Thomas' fetishes.  He loved
taking pictures, as she found out quickly in their relationship.  Thomas
often took photos of her naked and in various states of undress.  He also
liked taking pictures when she masturbated and when she used all of the sex
toys.  Back then Betsy didn't consider his fetish as perverted, but now she
wasn't sure.

   At first Debbie didn't like her picture taken, but Thomas used his
devious charm to get her under his lens.  It started that night and he
managed to get all kinds of pictures with the married woman in various
compromising situations.  Not that Thomas would ever use them for evil
purposes, Betsy thought, but it just meant that evidence was around for
someone to find.

   Betsy's life story unraveled with each erotic chapter setting the stage
for something new and exciting.  She would never forget the weekends with
Thomas and Debbie, as she constantly lived on pins and needles.  At the
time, Betsy realized Debbie was married and that her husband would
eventually come home.  Now at the age of 39, Betsy considered her
friendship with Debbie as special, and one that would always give her fond
memories.

   ***

   Summer ended and one night when Betsy got home, she found Debbie sitting
on her sofa crying.  Debbie told Betsy that her husband had been
transferred to Arizona and she would be moving.  They had two months and it
seemed like too short a time.  When Betsy told Thomas, he took it as an
opportunity rather than a sad departure of a dear friend.  "Love.  Let's
celebrate your friendship.  I've noticed how you two get along...  how
special she is to you," Thomas said.  "Let's get Debbie her own toys...  a
vibrator, dildo...  things of her own."

   Betsy reminisced about how it actually happened.  Boozed up one evening,
they took Debbie to the smut shop.  There was a university nearby and the
shop was full of young students, which immediately made the two women
uncomfortable.  As Betsy found out later, it was amateur night and unknown
to her at the time, her boyfriend had purposely setup the date.

   They browsed through the vast selection of toys, but it was hard to
concentrate with so many people around.  Thomas was overly excited and
grabbed Betsy's arm.  "C'mon, honey.  Let's watch some porn.  Its amateur
night and they'll be showing some great action...  the best porn," he
whispered in her ear.  Then he pulled her along when he quickly entered a
very crowded room, which was full of mostly young college students.  "See
the large screen?  It's showing what's going on in one of the rooms here in
the shop...  showing some students fucking like crazy."

   Betsy held onto Thomas' arm with all her might not wanting to get
separated in a room full of sex-starved guys.  Suddenly she realized that
her dearest friend was no longer holding onto her other hand.  Betsy
frantically looked all around for Debbie, but all she could make out in the
dimly lit room was shadowy figures.  She could hear a commotion off to one
side but that was all.

   She clung to Thomas for dear life.  "Thomas!  Jesus...  we've lost
Debbie.  We have to find her," she moaned trying to get her boyfriend's
attention.  "Holy shit...  Thomas.  Look at these animals...  they're
fucking nuts."

   Then Betsy looked in the direction her boyfriend was staring.  The large
screen was not really a screen but a large two-way, glass mirror.  Betsy
would never forget the scene, which looked so much like a movie instead of
showing what was happening in an adjoining room.  Her best friend was
plastered up against the glass and it showed her frightful struggle.

   Two or three guys held Debbie pushed against the mirror and they held
her body pressed tightly into the glass.  She was forced to stand on her
tiptoes and her arms were stretched out as far to the sides as possible. 
Debbie's pretty face was etched with fear and it was turned to the side
with her left cheek flattened by the mirror.

   Betsy remembered the scene like it was yesterday.  She saw Debbie fully
dressed, but that didn't last long.  Suddenly a guy reached under her skirt
and he swiftly stripped her panties from her struggling legs.  Then Betsy
saw the absolute humiliation of her friend when the guy shoved the panties
into her wide-open mouth.

   It was a scene from Hell, but Betsy was too riveted to look away.  All
of a sudden Debbie's perky tits were bare and plastered flat into the
glass. Her arms remained outstretched and Debbie appeared totally helpless.

   Betsy had never seen anything like it.  She realized she had to put an
immediate stop to the degrading assault or her best friend would be raped.
"Thomas!  For gawd sake...  do something.  Get her away from those
animals...  before they rape her," Betsy pleaded.  "Oh, my gawd...  Thomas!
Her top...  her tits are showing."

   Most of the guys in the room with herself and Thomas were cheering the
action, and Betsy was afraid for her friend.  Suddenly someone was groping
her from behind and she almost slapped the person.  "Hurry...  hurry up,
Thomas.  Let's get Debbie out of there," she pleaded again.  "Some bastard
just felt my ass...  let's get out of here."

   Betsy convinced her boyfriend to act.  They managed to struggle through
the mob with great difficulty but suddenly they were outside the crowded
room where it was much quieter.  Thomas held her hand and they quickly went
down a long hallway checking rooms along the way.  When he opened the third
door, they found the room with the action.

   Debbie was never so glad to see someone in her life.  She came off the
glass once the guys let her go and fell into Betsy's arms.  The two women
hugged each other and suddenly they could hear the muffled sound of
cheering from the other room.  The guys who had been molesting Debbie
quickly left the room fearing some kind of reprisal from an enraged Thomas.

   Debbie was all out of breath and she managed to cough the panties out of
her mouth.  Even though her turmoil lasted a brief few minutes, her
struggle felt like an eternity, as she tried to get away from the
strangers. "Holy shit...  Betsy.  I thought they were going to rape me,"
she moaned.  "I went with them because the one guy said he had something to
show me.  God, I never thought things would get so carried away."

   She had no idea that everyone in the building witnessed her assault. 
"You won't believe what fucking happened to me...  what they did to me,"
Debbie whispered.  She hugged her dearest friend as tight as she could. 
"I've never been treated like that.  Like a piece of meat."

   Then she held out her panties in utter astonishment.  "They wouldn't
stop...  even took off my panties.  Their hands were all over me... 
feeling me up," she told Betsy.  "Oh, God, Betsy.  Can you believe I lost
my panties to a bunch of maniacs?"

   Debbie felt the comforting of her friend and she regained her composure.
"Betsy...  dear God, you won't believe it...  but I almost creamed when
they touched me...  down there," she moaned.  "I thought I was going to get
fucked...  by strangers in this dirty room.  And I got wet!  God...  I feel
so ashamed."

   Betsy imagined all the sex maniacs watching their every move and the
temptation was too great.  She glanced around the small room and noticed
various glory holes in the two sidewalls.  Then she glared into the large
mirror knowing she was staring at lots of horny men.  Stunned by the weird
sensations that they were putting on a show for the boisterous crowd in the
next room, Betsy hesitated to stop hugging her friend.

   Thomas quickly seized the opportunity.  "Keep hugging.  Give those
bastards an exhibition they won't forget," he whispered slyly trying to
convince his girlfriend to put on a private show.  "Do it honey...  show'm
what they missed...  and could have had if they played their cards right."

   The room was very small and confined but that suited Betsy and Debbie
just fine.  Being groped and felt up by a bunch of rowdy college students
was scary, but being in a room alone was much safer.  Betsy imagined all
the faces on the other side of the glass and the thought made her belly
churn with great stimulation.

   Without any warning, Debbie grabbed her friend and kissed her hard on
the lips.  She broke the stunning kiss leaving both women gasping for air.
"God, I've never been so hot.  It must be from what they did to me.  God,
I've never been felt up like that."

   Suddenly Thomas ordered them to strip.  "Strip...  take all your clothes
off.  I want the young studs to see the two sexiest women around.  Give
them a show, baby," he said getting more and more excited.  "Pretend you're
putting on a show for all the college students."

   Betsy was well aware of the one wall being a two-way mirror and that
there were lots of guys watching them perform.  What made the scene most
enthralling to Thomas was the fact Debbie didn't know she was a star
performer during amateur night.  Whether it was the alcohol or the aura of
the seedy surroundings, but suddenly Debbie lost control.  She forced her
girlfriend's arms up high in the air, and then stripped Betsy's blouse and
bra, all in one swift movement.

   Betsy remembered how she tried to conceal her nakedness.  She hugged
herself and put her arms around her chest, shielding her boobs from the
hidden onlookers.  Betsy shivered remembering how Debbie slapped her arms
down to her sides but she was too confused to say anything about the secret
mirror.  All of a sudden the woman sucked her breast and Debbie used her
teeth to nibble one of the enlarged nipples.

   The sight of two women having sex brought loud, boisterous hollering
from the next room.  There was a slight hesitation by Debbie because of the
strange noises, but Thomas quickly reassured her that everything was
alright.  "Don't worry.  The shop is having amateur night and all the young
college students are watching a porno movie," he whispered.  "You're safe
in here.  They're next door watching a movie on a big screen."

   Being in a public place seemed to have a desired effect on Debbie,
causing Betsy to wonder about putting a stop to what was happening. 
Suddenly she pressed the panic button when her boyfriend took over. 
"That's it, girls...  kiss.  Debbie!  Kiss Bets and pretend you're doing it
for amateur night," he said.  "Look at the glory holes...  I think guys are
looking at you.  Watching you and Betsy going at it."

   Suddenly the two women became more aware of the special holes in the two
sidewalls.  Betsy remembered having the weirdest feeling, thinking that
there was someone watching through the small, round holes.  Debbie had
heard of glory holes, but she was utterly astounded that they actually
existed.  She stared at one of the holes and imagined a college student
looking at her.  Neither woman would normally consider having sex with an
audience, but suddenly the thought of acting decadent was overly
stimulating.

   All of a sudden the two women got the biggest shock of their lives. 
When a cock came through one of the holes, their eyes widened as big as
saucers.  "Go ahead.  Suck it...  go ahead and suck it, baby," Thomas
whispered.  He implied that Debbie should do it and then he grabbed her by
the shoulders, guiding her over to the bouncing pecker.

   Abruptly the other hole was filled and Debbie suddenly overcame her
hesitation.  She slowly bent towards the one cock and tenderly touched it
with her lips.  Then she wrapped her right hand around the other and the
sound of pure lust came from the other side of the wall.  Both guys had
their cocks stuffed all of the way through the glory holes and their hips
stiffened trying to keep their hard-ons fully embedded.

   Betsy shivered with the memory of her boyfriend leading her to the other
side of the small room.  Thomas stopped her right in front of two throbbing
dicks and it was obvious what he wanted her to do.  She was totally
bewildered by the fact that she was always willing to please him and
wondered if she was insane.

   Suddenly her head was filled with colorful images of bending down and
wrapping her fingers of her left hand around the most impressive cock. 
Then she grabbed the other with her right hand and started rubbing her hand
back and forth along the steel-like shaft.  Betsy remembered hearing sounds
of immense pleasure coming through the wall when she reached forward and
sucked the head of a cock into her burning mouth.  She felt the guy's prick
jerking wildly but didn't expect anything so soon.

   Without warning her mouth was full and it was all she could do to
swallow the guy's massive load without choking.  Suddenly the other cock
erupted with long, streaming jets of white lava, which shot into midair. 
It was truly a spectacle that brought gasps of surprise and envy from the
large crowd of guys watching from behind the mirror.

   All the students watched in total amazement when the man in the room
stripped the one woman's top.  Then both women were naked above the waist
and their luscious tits added to the guy's enjoyment.  When the man
whispered to the one woman and then she started rubbing one of the cocks
all over her boobs, all of the guys cheered.  Thomas whispered in Debbie's
ear again and she had never heard anything like it.  "Standup!  Standup and
turn around...  yes like that.  Now bend over, honey...  let's make amateur
night one to remember."

   Thomas coaxed and guided Debbie into the perfect position where she was
the most vulnerable.  Debbie was frantic and she realized Thomas wanted her
to actually fuck some stranger.  She was bent over at the waist and her
backside was aimed at purgatory.  Thomas had his hands on her shoulders and
he held her at the perfect height.

   Debbie managed to turn her head and she glanced to the rear, right at
the ominous pecker, which was sticking straight out from the glory hole. 
The guy's cock was not the longest or fattest, but it was definitely big
enough to do the job.  She listened closely to the strange voices, which
now seemed very loud and clear.  "Yes!  Make the slut fuck his cock... 
stick the fucking thing in her snatch."

   Suddenly it all made sense.  Debbie merely had to rotate her eyes
slightly to stare into the large mirror.  She imagined a room full of
college students all cheering for her demise.  Debbie had never heard
anything like it.  "Do it, man!  Push the bitch back...  back to the glory
hole.  Stick it in her...  fuck her man," the guys shouted encouragement to
Thomas.  "That's it man...  holy fuck...  it's going in!"

   It felt like something out of this world and Debbie imagined everything
was happening to some other woman.  She felt Thomas' hands squeeze her
shoulders and then push backwards.  Something poked her backside and
suddenly her hips somehow shifted to meet the insistent poking.  Only the
head plus a couple of inches entered her, but it was enough to enrage her
head with shameless ecstasy.

   Thomas could hear the guy scratching the wall, as if he wanted to reach
through the solid material and grab the willing woman.  Then he noticed
Debbie's eyes go wider and her mouth open with a loud gasp or surprise. 
Thomas pushed back harder and he felt her ass go flat against the wall. 
Suddenly the guy started pounding in and out through the glory hole, as his
lust-filled brain went into overdrive.

   It was probably Debbie's grossest experience of her life, but Betsy
remembered how her friend laughed afterwards.  "Holy sweet fuck...  I never
thought I'd screw someone like that.  Holy shit...  a guy I've never met
fucked me through a glory hole," she whispered.  "And did you hear them...
all those goddamn guys yelling from the other room?"

   Both women felt safe and secure with Thomas in the room.  Betsy's
recollection of the dramatic evening included more glory hole cocks, which
she and Debbie serviced much to her amazement.  She couldn't remember being
covered or drenched with so much sticky cum and it was a relief when they
finally left the smut shop.  Looking back on the evening, Betsy grinned at
the thought they had given a bunch of young students a lot to brag about.

   ***

   The next month and a half went quick.  Betsy pondered the fact her best
friend was moving away for good and she cherished the final weeks they were
together.  She hated to admit it, but the one thing she liked most was
having Debbie in bed with herself and Thomas.  That happened the last few
weekends when Debbie stayed at Thomas' house.

   Betsy tried to imagine her friend being in bed with her right now.  The
recollection of her life story continued and Betsy imagined that wonderful
sensation when Debbie snuggled up against her, as she lay in bed with
Thomas.  She would usually be in Thomas' arms and facing him, which allowed
Debbie complete freedom to snuggle up to her back.  Betsy remembered how
the woman would always put one arm under her head and the other around her
waist.

   It sent a shiver through her even after so many years, dreaming of the
way Debbie held her; how her friend caressed the front of her body tenderly
and so lovingly.  Betsy could still remember how Debbie seemed to make her
respond so that her passions soared even when Thomas was holding her.  That
never upset or angered her boyfriend and Betsy was thankful Thomas loved
watching it all.  Then she wondered why men liked it when another woman was
intimate with their spouse or girlfriend?

   She tried to recall how many times Debbie made her climax.  Suddenly she
wondered if it mattered and relished the great memories of one of her
dearest friends.  Then Betsy was sad for not staying in close contact with
Debbie, and she pictured the woman's pretty, smiling face.  All of a sudden
Betsy realized another chapter of her life was finished, but the weekend
was far from over.  She still had plenty of time to recall the rest of her
life story.

   THE END I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter.  I promised
her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize
about the future.  I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too
confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in
her life before turning 40.  Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I
know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest
woman...  or the craziest.

   Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take
the time to write.  

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