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Hi,   I am attaching two chapter of my story, A Journey of a Real Woman, as
I neglected to post them earlier.    Thanx KC


   

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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 Five - A Love Affair With Thomas Continues with Susan (MFF, FF,
F+, MMFF, Fdom, reluc, drug, gangbang, oral, anal)

   With many tears, Debbie moved.  Betsy stayed in contact with her for
several years, but by and by, the letters and phone calls stopped.  She
still thought of her dear friend every once in awhile and felt immense
regret for not keeping in closer contract with Debbie.  Then Betsy realized
their friendship was just like any other.  They would always care immensely
for each other even if their heartfelt emotions faded with time.

   The winter came and went.  Thomas met her family and Betsy even
introduced him to one of the precious people in her life.  Doris was raised
like a sister in their home by Betsy's dad when Doris' parents were killed
in a car accident.  Suddenly Betsy felt a warm, fuzzy swirling in her
tummy, as she dreamed of Doris.  It was too early for her life-chapter with
Doris but Betsy yearned for it to begin.  Soon, she thought, just as soon
as her relationship with Thomas was over, then she would relive one of the
best chapters of her life.

   Slowly Betsy's dream drifted back to Thomas.  Summer was upon them and
Betsy spent most of her free time in the pool with him.  She missed Debbie
but the calls became less and less.  In late summer, Betsy went to Thomas'
and the first thing he asked her was did she trust him?  Then out of the
downstairs bathroom came the beach-slut.  Thomas introduced her as Susan,
saying he met her on the beach.  Of course Betsy distinctively remembered
the woman as the one who had her hands all over her new beau back when she
first met Thomas.  Betsy could have been strapped down and flogged for the
vengeance she felt at that very second.  But she used her nicest southern
smile and said it was nice to meet her.

   The burning issue of revenge lingered, as she listened to Thomas and
Susan talk.  'Has anyone ever done something, even without knowing, that
just made you mad and you can't let it go?' Betsy could still see Susan
running her hands over Thomas that day on the beach.  Suddenly the woman
was standing just a few feet away and Betsy wondered what the hell she was
doing there.  Then she recalled Thomas saying, "Trust me...  its okay."

   Betsy was still transfixed on vengeance when she was interrupted.  "You
girls have a seat in the living room while I make us some drinks...  get to
know each other," Thomas said.  "Then I'll cook up something quick and
easy...  so have a seat."

   Suddenly Betsy vowed to try.  She would do her best to be friendly and
not scratch the woman's eyes out like she wanted to do when the woman first
came into the room.  The two women sat in the living room and chatted
casually about their jobs and generally about the news of the day.  Thomas
gave each woman one of his famous beach drinks when they first sat down and
all of a sudden they were on their third drink.

   When Susan started telling her about when she met Thomas, Betsy's ears
perked up.  Susan explained how she had just broken up with her boyfriend.
She had decided to spend three days at the beach and that was when she met
Thomas.  He had come to her rescue and she would be forever grateful after
he saved her from certain harm.

   Susan further explained how she really hadn't broken up with her
boyfriend, but merely decided to contemplate whether their relationship was
worth saving.  Apparently her boyfriend wanted her to do a threesome with
one of his buddies.  He kept pushing and finally demanded she do it or they
were through.  Susan explained that she decided to spend a few days at the
beach contemplating about whether she should sacrifice her values to save
the relationship.  That was when she wound up in trouble.

   Susan was not the best drinker in the world and that day she consumed
far more than she could handle.  When she staggered down the sandy beach,
two strangers accosted her.  They noticed an easy piece of ass and quickly
hustled her into a secluded place between two buildings.  That was when
Thomas was taking a secret path to the beach to reconnect with his newfound
girlfriend.  He jogged between two tall buildings and came upon a gorgeous
woman who had her top stripped and her boobs brazenly put on public
display. Although he relished the thought of aiding and abetting the two
men, he wisely put a stop to the unwanted assault.

   Betsy listened intently to the woman's story.  Something went off in her
brain, but she just couldn't get a handle on it because of the peach
drinks. Two were usually her limit, but somehow she was already on number
three.  She vaguely wondered if she was right to hate the woman even though
her story now seemed legit.

   All of a sudden she noticed that both drinks were empty.  Betsy tried to
stand but her legs were so wobbly that she staggered against the sofa to
regain her balance.  Then both women broke out in laughter, as Susan stood,
so that both women could hold each other up when they went into the
kitchen. "Bartender!  Refills...  the girls need fresh drinks," Betsy
explained with a slur, as she set the empty glasses on the counter.

   Susan abruptly excused herself, rushing off to the bathroom leaving the
couple alone.  "I helped her out back then...  as you now know.  She
would've been raped if I hadn't shown up...  so she sort of considers me
her white knight," Thomas said.  "I met her the other day and invited her
here tonight, for a drink.  I thought you two might hit it off."

   Thomas gave Betsy that puppy dog look and explained how he merely wanted
her to be happy.  "Honey, when Debbie moved away...  you were so sad and I
felt sorry for you.  You need a close friend...  a girlfriend like Debbie,"
he whispered.  "All I want is to make you happy.  If Susan isn't the one...
she's out of here."

   Slick perverted fucker, Betsy thought, now years later and looking back
on coming face to face with the woman.  Thomas was planting seeds and she
could see how he was trying to convince her to like Susan.  But she still
didn't like the woman.

   With their drinks refilled, the women returned to the living room while
Thomas finished preparing something to eat.  Betsy listened to Susan some
more, but this time it appeared more like yapping than social conversation.
Susan said how she broke up with her boyfriend right after that eventful
weekend.  Apparently when she returned home, Susan even considered her
boyfriend's ménage a trois, but then she found out he had screwed one of
her girlfriends.  Susan told Betsy how she started dating another guy but
that went nowhere.

   Susan explained how she ran into Thomas on the street the other day. 
She said that she remembered him because of the two assholes who tried to
rape her, but apparently Thomas didn't remember her.  Looking back on it,
Susan's story might have been a little bit of bullshit, but at the time
Betsy was too tipsy to know for sure.

   Thomas interrupted the conversation by setting the food on the table. 
The two women joined him in the dining room and he graciously refilled
everyone's drink.  They ate a fantastic meal and the combination of too
much alcohol and lots of food was paralyzing on both women.

   When the meal was finished, Thomas suggested a late night swim and then
he fixed their drinks in plastic cups.  Betsy's slurred mind went into
overdrive as she contemplated revenge on the woman she thought was a
beach-slut.  "C'mon Susie.  Let's go for a dip and poor Thomas can ogle
your charms.  We swim nude all the time...  so don't worry about not having
a suit.  Heck...  Thomas has seen it all before," she said, as both women
broke out in laughter.

   Betsy was sort of stunned when Susan quickly disrobed, leaving all her
clothes crumpled on the dining room floor.  Suddenly Thomas had seen enough
and he took off his clothes without waiting for Betsy.  Then without any
hesitation, the two rushed through the patio doors and dove into the pool
in a most daring fashion.

   To this day Betsy couldn't understand why she compared Susan's body to
Debbie's.  Debbie had a great body, sexy and all the curves seductively
proportioned.  Susan was a sexy woman too, but her body was nothing special
except for her breasts.  Her boobs sagged slightly and they were relatively
small, however her nipples were extraordinary.  They were huge and covered
half of her boob.  The amazing areoles and nipples swelled to a massive
size that made anyone stare in awe.

   Betsy remembered the swim as nothing more than three friends splashing
each other and joking around like teenagers.  She caught Thomas staring at
Susan's boobs many times and each time the woman touched him, Betsy felt
that familiar hatred.  She was not normally a jealous woman, but this woman
seemed to affect her in a strange way.  When she wondered if Thomas had
ever fucked the bitch, her stomach churned like mad.

   Thomas eventually got tired of splashing around and he casually excused
himself.  He left the pool and took a lounge chair so he could keep an eye
on the two women.  Now Betsy looked back on that night and realized her
boyfriend probably planned the ensuing intimate encounter.  He lay on the
chair and made sure his private parts could be seen easily from the pool.

   "Ooh, my God.  He's so built...  so big," Susan whispered.  "I have
always dreamed of being with a man like that...  so endowed.  My
boyfriend...  well he was big enough, just nothing like Thomas." Her
revelation actually made Betsy feel better, as she realized Susan had not
been intimate with Thomas.

   Betsy's inspiration came to her right out of the blue.  She suddenly
decided to take control and put on a show that Thomas would remember the
rest of his life.  She was sitting on the edge of the pool with Susan
beside her and they were talking.  All of a sudden Betsy jumped into the
water.  She flipped around and started treading water right in front of
Susan who merely stared at her in disbelief.

   "So!  What did you decide about having a threesome?  You mentioned
earlier...  about making up with your boyfriend," Betsy whispered.  "Did
that mean you were going to have a threesome with him?"

   The two women stared at each other and Susan's entire body vibrated. 
Susan sensed that something phenomenal was about to happen and she had
never been more willing in her life to experience something.  She could
always blame it on the booze, but there was no way Susan was going to
ignore the deliberate seduction.

   Betsy floated in the water and let her chest rub against Susan's legs,
as they dangled in the warm water.  Then she reached for the drinks, which
were still on the pool deck.  Betsy noticed Susan's hands shaking when she
handed the woman her drink and it made her smile, knowing she was having
the desired affect on her.  "Cheers!  Let's drink to happiness...  to you
experiencing your first ménage a trois," she whispered.

   Betsy was much lower than Susan.  When she tilted her glass to take a
drink, so did Susan.  Betsy could see the woman's head go back and her neck
expand as the peach-paralyzer flowed down her throat.  Betsy deftly reached
up with her free hand and pinched one of Susan's enlarged nipples.  The
daring act didn't bring about any retaliation and Susan merely sat still,
as Betsy tweaked one, and then the other inflated nipple.

   Susan's fingers strained, as they held onto the side of the pool, and
she acted like her arms were stuck in cement.  When soft, demanding hands
touched her knees and spread her legs wide, she merely sat without uttering
a protest.  Then sharp fingernails raked the tender flesh of her inner
thighs and she tried harder to open her legs even wider.  Susan thought the
top of her head would blow off when a hot, dry wind blew against her
exposed crotch.

   Susan pinched her eyes closed, as tight as possible, not daring to look.
Her arms remained pinned at her sides and then it happened.  The hot breath
stopped inflaming her skin just as her upper torso was pushed backwards. 
Susan wound up on her back and she swore when her head bounced off the hard
pool deck.  She was dizzy, but not dazed enough to miss the drastic
consequences of being under Betsy's control.

   Betsy dragged the woman's ass to the very edge of the pool and held her
thighs outspread, to their widest reaches.  She pulled herself forward and
put her head between the splayed legs, as her body floated in the water. 
Betsy's fingers pried the puffy labia apart to reveal utopia and then it
happened so fast that the sudden orgasm surprised everyone.  Betsy pushed
her face into the wetness and she rolled the tiny clit around with her
tongue.  The juices exploded out of the steaming hole just as Betsy rammed
her tongue into the opening.

   Betsy was drunk, not only from the peach-riches, but also from her
triumph.  She fucked Susan with her tongue and the woman's hips barely
stopped thrashing when Betsy demanded more.  She grabbed Susan around the
waist and pulled her into the pool.

   The water was up to their armpits and Betsy stood right behind Susan
with her arm around the woman's neck.  She tightened her arm around Susan's
neck and pulled backwards very hard.  This stretched the woman onto her
tiptoes and her chest pushed outwards.  "That was nice...  but now you are
going to show Thomas how you like to cum," Betsy whispered giving her ear a
flick with her tongue.  "He's going to watch me...  turn you into my little
slut."

   Betsy's free hand cupped one of Susan's titties and squeezed, pretending
she was a teenage rapist.  Susan's nipples didn't get any longer; they just
got fatter when Betsy used her fingers to stretch the nipples outward. 
Later she found out that Susan used a pulsating showerhead on her boobies,
which made her nipples overly sensitive.

   Betsy made sure they kept facing her boyfriend.  "You have luscious
tits. I'm sure any man would love sucking them...  kissing them," she
whispered.  Betsy held the woman with her back arched and still on her
tiptoes.  "I can hardly wait to watch Thomas suck your tits." Then Betsy
thought of Marty, Penny and finally Debbie.  By this time, her breathing
was just as broken and ragged as Susan's.

   Thomas witnessed a dream.  He watched his girlfriend choke Susan, as the
waves on the surface of the water splashed around their chests.  All of a
sudden Betsy's right hand disappeared under the water and then the other
woman started moaning out loud.  He saw Betsy's arm going straight down in
the water and it jiggled back and forth at a furious rate.  Then Thomas
noticed Betsy's tongue licking the side of Susan's flushed face and also
her teeth nibbling at the woman's ear.

   He was not surprised when the woman finally climaxed for a second time.
Betsy's loving arms were wrapped around Susan and she held her firmly, as
her hands performed magic.  Susan's head rolled backwards and her mouth was
wide open, as she tried to survive through another traumatic orgasm. 
Thomas had never seen his girlfriend act like this and he relished her
sudden dominating character.

   ***

   Betsy's life story seemed to be out of control during those days with
Thomas and Susan.  She remembered how much fun it was to be in control and
thought that only two things remained.  First it was Thomas fucking Susan
like she was the biggest slut and secondly, it was having the woman's face
buried in her pussy.

   Betsy turned Susan around and kissed her deeply on the lips.  Susan's
body still jerked randomly and flinched every time Betsy's hands touched a
tender or sensitive spot.  Breaking the kiss, she told Susan that Thomas
was going to fuck her.  The woman was like a small child, as she shook her
head, but she responded with a definite, " Yes." Holding Susan's hand, they
slowly got out of the pool and Betsy led the way over to where Thomas was
pretending to be asleep.  Betsy chuckled thinking of how he faked his
inattention, but there was no doubt he was faking.  His cock was hard and
throbbing like mad, as it stood up at an obvious erect angle.

   The scene was eerily like the one months ago with Debbie.  Betsy watched
in a mesmerized state when a dainty hand reach out and fondled Thomas'
thick cock.  His eyes remained closed, but the little smirk on his face
said it all.  Then the head with jet-black hair dropped and the hot mouth
engulfed the head of Thomas' big prick.  Suddenly Betsy shivered when she
realized that the woman was not Debbie, but some other bitch.  Her feet
were frozen on the ground and Betsy stood motionless as another woman
sucked her boyfriend's engorged cock.  She could plainly hear loud slurping
sounds and knew the woman was giving the blowjob of her life to Thomas.

   All of a sudden it was just like before.  Thomas reached out to grab the
woman and he shifted her so that she had to straddle the lounge chair. 
Susan's naked body sat directly on top of his pelvis, and Betsy could hear
the woman's obvious vulnerability.

   An overwhelming urge swept over her and she had to see for herself. 
Betsy quickly walked around the couple and stood at Thomas' feet, staring
at his crotch.  She crouched down and sat on the ground so that her face
was between his feet, which were apart.  Betsy remembered staring at his
balls, hanging down so tantalizingly.  She desperately wanted to help, so
Betsy reached out and grabbed Thomas' bag.  Her fingers toyed with it,
rolling the balls around and around, before cupping them in her hand.  The
memory was exciting and thrilling, even as Betsy lay on her bed years
later, dreaming of her life story.

   Her dream went back to that date and time.  Betsy stared at the back of
Susan's sexy body, as the woman sat on top of Thomas.  She marveled at the
sight of Thomas' pecker, which lay menacingly under the woman's backside.
Suddenly the woman went nuts when Thomas began playing with her enlarged
nipples.  He twisted and rolled them around like crazy and then Susan's
body bent forward allowing Betsy to see more.  Her eyes widened at the
sight of her boyfriends cock, which pressed up against the woman's narrow
wetness.

   Susan's crotch hovered inches above Thomas' hips and his cock jerked up
and down randomly grazing her soaked opening.  Betsy couldn't resist
reaching under Susan's body and grabbing the shaft of her boyfriend's
stellar cock.  She coaxed the woman higher, which enabled Betsy to pull
Thomas' cock straight up in the air.

   It was obvious that Susan felt the sudden poking from the head of
Thomas' cock and she started whining out loud.  She raised her chest up and
off Thomas' and stared into his eyes.  "Oh, my God!  I can feel it...  feel
your cock touching my cunt," she moaned.  "Oh, God!  It's so...  so big. 
But I've dreamed of this day for a long, long time."

   Betsy remembered how much she wanted to strangle the woman.  She had
always hated the beach-slut, but now she had good reason.  Suddenly Betsy
noticed the head of Thomas' cock disappear inside the woman and she acted
out of hatred.  She quickly let go of the throbbing penis and jumped to her
feet.  She grabbed Susan's shoulders and then sternly shoved the woman
downwards with all her might.

   Betsy smiled when she heard the scream of panic.  Susan must have
thought the enormous cock had destroyed her precious insides, but her
reaction was music to Betsy's ears.  With one strong push from Betsy and
one powerful thrust from Thomas, his cock was buried in virgin territory.
It didn't take Thomas long before he was bouncing Susan up and down and at
the same time Betsy grabbed those large nipples.  Betsy was much rougher
than she intended to be, but the sudden force only made Susan more
distraught.

   She could still see the orgasm of the century.  Betsy wasn't sure of how
many orgasms the woman experienced, but the tremors seemed to go on
forever. Thomas let Susan do all the work on the first one, as she moved
her pussy up and down on the extended pecker.  Everyone knew when the
erratic spasms had turned into a full blown orgasm, when her body started
jerking wildly, and the powerful convulsions made her yell out loud.

   Betsy remembered glaring at the spectacle of pure ecstasy, but then
Thomas took over.  At first he slowly pumped his hips up and down making
sure each thrust embedded his entire cock.  Abruptly he speeded up and
forced Susan's body to rock back and forth, as his cock remained buried in
her inner most sanctuary.  Her breathing stopped and all that Betsy noticed
was Susan gasping desperately for more air.

   Susan was experiencing another violent climax with Betsy's boyfriend and
now Betsy was jealous.  She vowed to make Susan pay, so just as the orgasm
subsided enough that Susan's body quieted, Betsy unexpectedly pulled the
woman off of Thomas.

   Betsy couldn't remember being more aroused or so turned on.  For a
fleeting moment, she wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by her
boyfriend, the animal who had just screwed another woman.  Betsy stared at
Thomas' dwindling prick hanging down between his legs and she could not
remember a time when she was more frustrated or desperate.  She quickly got
down on her hands and knees begging her Thomas to fuck her doggie style.

   She reasoned that being in control was an aphrodisiac and the sudden
power went to her head.  Suddenly she was hit with a brainwave.  "Get down
here...  now!" she yelled.  "I want your slut-mouth on my cunt...  now!"

   Thomas was all in favor of lesbian sex.  He forced Susan onto the ground
and between his girlfriend's widespread legs.  "Eat baby...  eat some
pussy," he whispered shoving Susan forward.  "She's all yours now...  eat
that gorgeous pussy."

   Betsy remembered the climax was swift and painless.  For a woman who
professed no experience, Susan acted like a pro.  She tongued Betsy and
slapped the engorged clitoris around as fast as she could.  Then her teeth
nibbled with just the right amount of determination to expand the clit into
a throbbing epicenter.  When the orgasm exploded and flowed freely from her
internal being, all Betsy could do was wrap her fingers into Susan's hair.

   Thomas watched his girlfriend succumb to another woman's caresses.  He
marveled at the enormous climax and the scene resembled the one with Debbie
months ago.  Following the demoralizing act, Betsy didn't feel like more.
Susan had collapsed in a fit of total exhaustion, so Thomas suggested they
move into the serenity of the house.  Once inside, Betsy noticed it was
already midnight and much too late for Susan to go home.  "It's late.  Stay
the night.  Thomas has a spare bedroom...  it's no problem at all," she
said.  "Please stay."

   Betsy found a spare toothbrush and giggled when she gave Susan a
nightshirt to wear.  She remembered what she thought at the time.  If Susan
was submissive, then she would keep her as a friend just like Thomas
wanted. Now Betsy looked back and realized that she really didn't see
things the right way.  She fully understood what she wanted, but never
actually carried out the plan properly.  Like everything in her past, once
someone got his or her foot in the door, Betsy was the one who turned
submissive.

   Betsy returned to the living room and into the arms of her boyfriend. 
Thomas handed her a drink and they relaxed together on the plush, leather
sofa.  He asked her if Susan was a keeper.  "Da...  I'm not sure.  I
haven't had time to think," she whispered.  "She seems nice enough."

   She snuggled against Thomas thinking about the dilemma that lay ahead.
She really needed to know how submissive Susan was.  She just didn't like
the way the woman put her hands all over Thomas at every opportunity. 
Betsy couldn't forget the mental images of Susan and Thomas together on the
beach and she still resented the woman for being overly friendly with her
boyfriend.  Then Betsy pictured herself lying on a bed with Susan between
her legs...  giving her the best cunnilingus.

   Suddenly warm, mushy feelings flowed through her head with the thought
of Susan licking her pussy like she did outside.  She imagined the woman
was really a dog and then pictured Thomas fucking her like one.  That would
make Susan submissive and Betsy felt much better, being able to control the
situation.  Maybe she would keep the woman around just so she could extract
her revenge, Betsy thought.

   ***

   They went to bed right after finishing their drinks.  Both were still in
a heightened sense of emotions from what transpired earlier and neither
wanted to spoil the wonderful effect.  Erotic fantasies filled their heads
and eventually they went to sleep without actually having sex again.

   Betsy remembered having the strangest dream of all time.  Her eyes had
closed with images of being in complete control over everything Susan did.
Betsy dreamed of forcing the woman to perform just like she did on the pool
deck.  She could almost feel the woman's tongue leaving a wet trail across
her quivering tummy and down until it stroked her upraised pelvis.  All of
a sudden it all felt so real.  She imagined yanking hard on the woman's
hair and making her cry for mercy when she forced Susan's head between her
widespread legs.

   It was three or four in the morning and Betsy didn't want to disturb the
dream.  All of a sudden she felt Debbie sneaking into bed behind her.  The
dream was exactly the way it was when Debbie, Thomas and her slept
together. She always slept on her side and in the middle with her boyfriend
and girlfriend on either side.  Then her dream continued and Betsy mumbled
her approval when she felt someone giving her soft, tender kisses on the
back of her neck and shoulders.

   Suddenly the kisses shifted to the crook of her neck and shoulder and
Betsy smiled when an arm went under her head.  Another arm snaked between
her upper arm and torso and suddenly she felt hands on her bare boobs.  It
was all so familiar and similar to the way it was with Debbie.  A tear came
to her eye, as the dream seemed so real.  In her own way, Betsy realized
that she loved Debbie and missed her terribly.

   When something didn't seem right, Betsy didn't want to stop the dream of
Debbie being with her again.  She was just about to open her eyes when
Thomas kissed her.  He cupped her head firmly between his strong hands and
kissed her hard on the lips.  Betsy remembered thinking that it was odd the
way her boyfriend held her, but the amazing sensations were wonderfully
overwhelming.

   Betsy wondered why her nipples suddenly throbbed madly and there seemed
to be fingers pinching them so hard they hurt.  She felt like one confused
Cajun woman and oddly didn't try to stop the cunning assault.  As things
weren't going the way she imagined, Betsy wanted to end the dream.  She was
supposed to be in control, but now she seemed to have very little.

   When a swift spasm shot through her body like a jolt of electricity,
Betsy abruptly opened her eyes.  It wasn't a dream.  Everything was real
and happening at once.  Thomas kissed her and continued to hold her head
with his hands.  Her dream broken, suddenly she was aware of strange hands
that were causing her so much turmoil.  It was the absolute weirdest
feeling.  She lay on her left side; her top leg was lifted into the air and
forced on top of Thomas' legs, which left her crotch vulnerable.

   Betsy couldn't see because of the way Thomas held her, but she felt
every damning caress.  Soft, demanding fingers caressed her exposed crotch
and suddenly one of the fingers pushed into her wetness.  All Betsy could
do at the time was moan out loud just as Thomas kissed her harder on the
lips.  Even though she wanted to protest and ask the impostor to stop, it
wasn't possible.

   All of a sudden fingers pinched her clitoris hard, but her scream was
gobbled up by Thomas' kiss.  When teeth started carving a trail down her
back and onto her butt, Betsy was distraught.  Suddenly a tongue lashed out
and licked Betsy's ass all over.  The insistent tongue finally stopped when
it darted into the dark, velvety crack.

   Abruptly everything came to her like a bolt of lightning.  A swift flash
of light dazed her for a split second and it gave Susan time to attack. 
The woman was determined and stronger than Betsy ever imagined.  Susan
raised Betsy's leg up, as high as it would go, and then she licked her
asshole.  Just as the woman's tongue pressed hard against the puckered
entrance, her finger slipped into Betsy's honey-hole.

   Susan knew exactly how to control Betsy's inner emotions.  The middle
and forefinger of her right hand thrust into the hot cavity and her thumb
rested directly on top of the unguarded clitoris.  Susan pushed the clit
all around with her thumb, as her fingers caressed the delicate, ribbed
G-spot like an angel.

   Betsy could only envision what the scene looked like at the time.  Her
upper leg was held high in the air and she must have appeared like a dog in
heat.  She was unable to stop the damaging caresses, which quickly robbed
her once proud and long lasting stamina.

   With the seduction going better than he ever predicted, Thomas moaned,
"Holy fuck, baby!  She's sucking your ass...  eating your ass."

   Betsy couldn't prevent her hips from thrashing back and forth.  Whether
it was trying to get away from the disparaging tongue or the damaging
fingers, Betsy wasn't sure.  She heard the woman spit into her crack and
then Susan used her tongue to press all of the juicy saliva into the tiny
asshole.  Every time Betsy's hips shot forward, Susan's thumb remained in
intimate contact with the clitty.  Her crude assault left Betsy's dignity
shattered and frayed.

   "Amazing...  it's amazing, honey, the way she's eating you."

   "Please gawd...  stop her."

   "Holy shit...  she's tonguing your ass."

   "No...  dear gawd, Thomas!  Make her stop."

   Then Thomas grabbed Betsy's leg from Susan and held it even higher in
midair.  "Fuck baby...  I've never seen your ass go like that.  What's her
tongue doing to you?"

   "Oh gawd...  this can't be happening to me!"

   "Oh baby...  it is...  it is!"

   Susan's tongue was relentless.  She kept licking Betsy's ass and using
her tongue like a stiff penis.  "Dear gawd...  make her stop!" Betsy cried
to no avail.  Suddenly Susan started finger-fucking her like a crazed
woman. Susan jammed her fingers to the hilt with every mad thrust while
letting her thumb squash the tiny clitoris into the hard, bony pelvis.

   "Thomas...  dear gawd, she's...  she's...!" Betsy's pleas ended
mid-sentence, as Susan's rough and determined efforts swiftly ended the
feeble protest.

   Thomas stared at the most erotic scene.  "Christ baby...  I think you're
cumming."

   Betsy wondered if her delicate clitoris would ever be the same.  All of
a sudden the woman shifted her fingers and grabbed the swollen clit.  She
squeezed so hard it forced a wild scream from Betsy and then she rolled the
rosy bud around vigorously.  Betsy suddenly realized she was on her back
and her legs were spread wide allowing Susan complete freedom.  Her
vulnerable clitty was a blur, as the woman took her over the crest, and
left her tumbling down the far side of utopia.

   Betsy's hips thrust madly at the fingers and the orgasm made her insane
with lust.  When the woman clamped her mouth right over her honey-hole,
Betsy surrendered to the demanding woman, knowing the battle was over.  She
remembered coming down from that lustful session and getting yet another
setback in her mission of gaining control over the beach-slut.

   Susan and Thomas seemed to work as a team.  Susan rolled over Betsy's
outstretched body until she wound-up lying on top.  Then she kissed Betsy
hungrily, letting her taste the remnants of female juices, which sent a
shiver of despair through Betsy knowing they were her very own love-juices.
When Betsy noticed her boyfriend shifting around to the rear of the woman,
she welcomed the thought of the beach-slut getting fucked like a dog.

   ***

   Things seemed to get further out of her control.  Each day passed and
Betsy found it increasingly harder to think of a good way to get rid of
Susan.  She needed a plan.  Betsy reasoned that if she humiliated Susan
enough, the woman would just leave.  Surely Susan had some pride, she
thought.

   Susan left Thomas' early Monday morning with a promise of staying in
touch.  Betsy was infuriated by what happened on the weekend, but she
didn't know how to tell her boyfriend that she wanted Susan gone.  Then
Thomas departed for a few days on a business trip and Betsy was left alone
with her dilemma.  Before he left, Thomas encouraged Betsy to befriend
their new play-toy.

   Thomas even invited Susan to stay at his place with Betsy on the
following weekend despite the fact he was going to be away.  "It's a good
chance for you two to get to know each other better.  Give her a chance...
I know you'll like her," he reasoned.  "I've already invited her over on
Friday...  right after work.  She knows I'll be away and was very excited
for an opportunity for you two to socialize."

   Betsy cursed for not telling Thomas that she hated the beach-slut and
really didn't feel comfortable with her around.  Instead, she merely
listened to his explanation and eventually accepted the proposal.  As the
weekend drew nearer, Betsy planned her ultimate revenge against the woman,
but she was fairly hesitant about treating another person so badly.  When
she finished teaching that Friday afternoon, Betsy's state of mind was much
more passive than it was at the beginning of the week.

   Susan showed up at Thomas' about six o'clock and she was carrying a
suitcase.  Betsy recalled that nothing really happened that evening, as the
two women merely sat around talking.  Strange, Betsy thought, how a
person's hatred disappeared once they got to know their adversary.  She
remembered thinking Susan wasn't such a bad person and the woman seemed to
like and dislike a lot of the same things Betsy did.

   Betsy didn't remember how it happened, but sometime Saturday afternoon,
she convinced Susan to try bondage.  Once the woman was tied securely to
the bed, Betsy extracted a measure of revenge.  Susan's hands and feet were
bound to each corner of the bed and then Betsy used one of her dildos and
vibrators on her.  Susan was bound and gagged when Betsy applied rubber
bands around her boobs and things kept getting better and better.

   Betsy marveled at how the luscious tits turned color and then she
clamped on the menacing clothespins.  She remembered using her middle
finger and snapping Susan's engorged nipples.  When the woman screamed in
agony even with a gag in her mouth, Betsy snapped her nipples again and
again demonstrating her complete control.  Betsy's emotions went sky-high,
as the instruments of torture made Susan squirm and struggle hard against
the bonds.

   By Sunday evening, Betsy realized her plan was failing.  Susan hardly
objected to the various humiliating acts forced on her, and she turned out
to be the perfect submissive partner.  The only thing Susan protested
vehemently about was when Betsy rubbed oil on her asshole, indicating it
was the next aperture to be assaulted.  Looking back on that time alone
with Susan, Betsy realized the weekend turned out quite gratifying even
though she was skeptical at first.

   Betsy remembered receiving a phone call from Thomas on Sunday, as he was
checking to see how the friendship was progressing.  Her first impulse was
to tell him that she still hated Susan, but she relented.  Betsy realized
now, that she felt sorry for the woman, and the weekend alone with her was
quite gratifying.  Then on Sunday evening, Betsy didn't have the nerve to
ask Susan to leave, so she timidly asked the woman to stay until Thomas
returned.

   ***

   Betsy couldn't remember exactly what day she went to the mall, but
sometime during the week Thomas was gone, she went shopping.  He wasn't due
back till Saturday afternoon, so she still had time to kill.  Out of the
blue, a girl came up to her and said hello.  It took Betsy a minute before
she recognized the brazen salesgirl from Victoria Secrets.  They chatted
and the girl said that she was now the manager of the store, more by
attrition than any other skill.

   Then the girl shocked Betsy.  "Are you still with your boyfriend?"

   "Yes."

   "I remember him.  It's not everyday a guy comes up and pays you big
money to feel up his girlfriend."

   "Aaah, gawd.  He did?"

   "Yeah, he paid me...  told me to feel your tits.  And I must say...  you
do have a nice set of boobs...  for an older woman."

   Betsy felt like crawling under a rock.

   "I've dreamed about you since that day.  How you almost creamed when I
touched you."

   Betsy couldn't remember being more intimidated than by the salesgirl. 
She watched the girl's pretty face get more dramatic, as she continued.

   "Yes, dreamed about you.  How I put my hands on your beautiful tits...
then touched your ass.  I've had girlfriends, but never someone as hot as
you...  as sexy as you."

   Betsy merely remained motionless letting the girl befriend her.

   "Do you need new bras...  or something new to sleep in?  We have a new
line of bras that would look lovely on you.  If you come into my store, I'd
be glad to show you our new delicates." The grin on the young woman's face
said it all.

   Betsy knew enough not to fall for her blatant manner, but suddenly a
devious thought hit her.  "No.  No, I've got everything I need.  But I do
have a friend...  Susan, who needs a new wardrobe," she said feeling more
excited with each new thought.  "She definitely needs new bras...  and
panties.  Her undies just don't fit right."

   Betsy made all the arrangements to meet the girl on the upcoming Friday.
The salesgirl wisely suggested 9:00 PM, which was closing time.  She winked
at Betsy, which caused a shiver to shoot up her spine.  "I'd love to give
her my undivided attention.  Maybe you should stay and watch...  watch your
girlfriend get girlie fucked!"

   Betsy couldn't get away fast enough.  She rushed out to her car and sat
in secluded silence with her head resting on the steering wheel.  Her sly
arrangements would definitely get the weekend off on the right foot.  She
planned taking Susan to the lingerie shop at the determined time Friday
evening, and then leaving the woman there with the determined salesgirl. 
Betsy winched thinking of how the girl would certainly ravage the poor
beach-slut.

   ***

   Susan couldn't drink worth a damn, so it didn't take Betsy long to get
her to lose her inhibitions.  They had dinner in a mall pub with a few
glasses of wine, and soon both women were feeling no pain.  Although it was
still an hour or so before the scheduled rendezvous, Betsy coerced Susan
past the Victoria Secrets store.  She innocently suggested they take a
quick peek at all the pretty under garments, which Susan found very
enticing.

   The salesgirl immediately met them and introduced herself as Jillian. 
She also introduced her new trainee, Sherri.  Jillian motioned the two
customers to the back of the store while secretly ordering her trainee to
secure the front door even though it was a little early.  As expected,
Jillian quickly assessed Susan's proper size and then she grabbed several
garments, taking them to the back change room.  She also grabbed items that
fit Betsy so both women were in for a big surprise.

   Susan never realized the whole adventure was a setup.  "Sherri is new...
just learning how to serve a Victoria Secrets customer," Jillian said.  "As
you know...  we sell the best...  the sexiest lingerie."

   Betsy thought she would be excluded from the sales pitch and she was
shocked when Jillian ushered both women into a fairly large change room. 
The room was big enough for the four women but it left little room to move
around.  There were mirrors on three walls and only the door on the one
side.  Betsy suddenly felt trapped when Jillian pushed her and Susan
against the far wall and then the salesgirl stood blocking the exit.

   Jillian looked directly at Susan.  "Take off your top...  first we'll
try on bras.  I will demonstrate how I want Sherri to assist customers,"
she said with a deadly serious expression on her face.  "Here...  let me
take that top.  Then I want Sherri to learn the tricks of the trade." When
Jillian gave Betsy a wink, it sent a sudden tremor through Betsy's entire
body knowing what she meant.

   Susan hands didn't move fast enough so the young girl abruptly stripped
her blouse, which made the unsuspecting woman turn a brilliant shade of
red. Betsy stood off to one side shivering, as she remembered being in the
same predicament with Jillian, not that long ago.  Both salesgirls had
their hands all over Susan's body and it soon became evident the woman's
nipples were affected by the extra attention.

   Suddenly Jillian measured Susan for the correct bra size, but it was not
the conventional type of measurement.  Her hands cupped the boobs and
purposely dared the woman to protest.  Susan stared into the dark,
demoralizing eyes and she did nothing to stop the girl.  Then Jillian
popped Susan's titties out of the lacy cups and used her skilled fingers to
caress the hardened ends.

   Normally Susan didn't feel timid or self-conscious in front of other
women, but suddenly she felt funny.  Her boobs seemed inflamed and her
tummy was doing so many summersaults; she felt kind of wheezy.  That
brought the first and only protest Susan made that night.  Her head
appeared like it was on a hinge and Susan twisted her head towards Betsy.
She stared at her friend and pleaded for an intervention, which would never
happen.

   All of a sudden dainty fingers pinched the ends of her breasts and
twisted her nipples around very vigorously.  Susan raised her hands, but
just as she grabbed Jillian's hands, Sherri reached for her skirt and
stripped it before she had a chance to stop the trainee.  Jillian glared
into Susan's eyes with the sharpest daggers.  "Stand still!  Let me measure
your tits so we can fit you with the proper bra."

   Suddenly Susan was pinned into the corner of the change room by the two
determined salesgirls.  They freely molested her and she felt helpless, as
Jillian and Sherri ripped her undies off her body.  Every moral fiber
inside her head screamed for them to quit but all of her pleas went
unanswered.  The trainee mauled her lower body and used her skilled mouth
to leave a wet trail of destruction all across Susan's tummy.

   The manager was a pro.  She sucked the inflamed nipples and used her
teeth skillfully to leave Susan's buds throbbing madly.  Susan could not
remember a time in her life when she felt so vulnerable or so powerless. 
Suddenly Jillian wedged her right hand into Susan's crotch and instantly
jammed her middle finger into the defenseless hole.

   Betsy's eyes grew wider watching the brazen assault, which was happening
a few feet in front of her.  Jillian knew what she was doing and she wanted
to demoralize the stranger as quickly as possible.  She forced Susan's body
tightly into the corner of the room and the palm of her hand flattened the
puffy clitoris.  Jillian jiggled her hand back and forth vigorously
ensuring her palm and fingers were caressing the most sensitive spots.

   There was something about watching another woman get finger-fucked that
Betsy found mesmerizing.  She listened to Susan whimper in defeat when
Jillian pinched the clitty between her trained fingers, yanking the bud all
the way out of the labia protector.  Susan fell against Jillian and
remained up on her tiptoes, as if trying to outreach the perpetrator.

   At the time Betsy wondered if anything could be more devastating.  She
witnessed a finger fucking by a monster and a woman experiencing an orgasm
while completely nude standing in a lingerie store.  The orgasm must have
destroyed any of Susan's remaining willpower.  She merely moaned out loud
but not once did she push Julian or Sherri away, as her body thrashed
wildly in the corner of the room.

   Susan wrongly assumed her turmoil was over when she climaxed.  When the
last earth-shaking tremor rocked her frail body, she was literally thrown
onto the floor.  Susan never dreamed she would ever experience cunnilingus
on the floor of a woman's change room.

   The next hour was one Betsy would never forget.  Her eyes bulged out of
her head when the young trainee dove between Susan's thrashing legs.  The
girl locked her arms around the struggling limbs and held them fairly
motionless, as she began licking Susan lower torso.  Her daring tongue
caused Susan's body to twist and turn but there was no evading the tongue
when it thrust into the bellybutton.  Then the girl began a downward decent
and Susan's body went out of control, bouncing from side to side.  The
tongue was like a dart, as it stabbed Susan everywhere.  All of a sudden it
disappeared between the wide-spread legs and the sound of utter betrayal
echoed throughout the enclosed change room.

   Suddenly Betsy witnessed David and Goliath.  Jillian stripped her
clothing and when she was naked, grinned at Betsy.  Then she slapped the
whining woman hard across the face.  It stunned Susan and she didn't
protest when a hard nipple was shoved in her face.  The girl used brute
force to pry Susan's mouth open and then she shoved her boob into the open
mouth.  Jillian left her throbbing nipple in Susan's mouth for a few
seconds, and swiftly switched to the other nipple using the hair on Susan's
head to hold her face steady.

   Betsy was so engrossed with the assault she almost didn't hear Jillian.
"See what you missed?  How about it...  do you want to try a second time?"

   Betsy thought she would pee her pants at the disgusting remarks.  She
opened the door of the change room and almost fell out of the room, trying
to escape the girl's control.  Once outside, she slammed the door shut and
wandered into the middle of the now darkened store.  Betsy could still hear
the two salesgirls, as they ravaged Susan, but she didn't leave the store.

   She wasn't positive how long Jillian kept Susan in the dungeon.  The
entire time, Betsy remained standing in the middle of the darkened sales
floor.  Even though the lights were off, she felt that everyone who walked
by the large display windows could see inside the store.  Luckily there
wasn't much traffic with all of the stores in the mall closed, only the
occasional salespeople leaving work and the odd late customer.

   All of a sudden Betsy remembered being surprised by the intimidating
salesgirl.  Her heart must have been beating a thousand times a minute when
Jillian slinked up behind her.  Betsy had been watching a couple of
salesmen walking by when the girl startled her.  "You should watch your
friend...  she's being punished just the way you like," she whispered. 
Betsy almost jumped out of her skin when Jillian put her lips next to her
ear.  "You're missing the best part!"

   Betsy had already taken her credit card out of her pocket and she held
it in the air for the salesgirl to see.  "Charge it on this.  Put as many
bras and panties on my card as you like...  just be fast," Betsy said, as
her voice quivered.

   Jillian stood right behind Betsy.  The salesgirl had merely donned a
shear dressing gown when she exited the back change room, and she suddenly
wrapped her arm around Betsy's neck.  Jillian tightened her hold and pulled
back at the same time, which severely arched Betsy's back.

   All of a sudden Betsy remembered being shamelessly put on display by the
brazen Jillian.  A couple of stragglers walked by the store windows and
looked at the sexy lingerie displays.  Then Jillian's left hand yanked
Betsy's shirt all the way up to her neck making sure to grab the bra at the
same time.

   Betsy stared straight at the unaware viewers not sure if they could see
inside or not.  "Too bad they can't see your luscious tits," Jillian
whispered.  When the girl boldly cupped her right boob and aimed it at the
window, Betsy cried for not acting at once.  She merely stood frozen on the
spot and let the girl fondle her breast without any reprisal.

   Then Jillian acted so fast and abruptly that the young woman stunned
Betsy.  She let go of her and grabbed the credit card.  Then she quickly
stuffed the card into one of the front pockets of Betsy's pants before
grabbing her hand.  "You don't have to pay.  I owe you for all of the sweet
dreams you have given me for the past months," Jillian said.  "Come!  I
want you to witness your friend getting her face fucked."

   Jillian held Betsy's hand and she led the way back to the change room.
She quickly opened the door, making Betsy stop on a dime, as she stared
into the heated room.  Susan's face was completely buried in the young
girl's snatch.  Sherri had her fingers wrapped in Susan's curly hair and
kept the woman's face pinned in her dripping crotch.

   "Watch this.  Sherri is the best...  at forcing a bitch to eat her out,"
Jillian whispered.

   A truer statement was never uttered.  The girl crushed Susan's face
harder into her crotch and twisted her head back and forth wiping Susan's
open mouth across her exposed cunt opening.  Sherri was a squirter, which
Betsy had never seen before, and the girl's cum washed all over Susan's
blushing face.  At one point Susan almost choked, as the abundant cum ran
into her mouth and down her throat.

   Jillian held the door open so Betsy could see it all.  "That's
something...  isn't it?  Have you ever seen a woman squirt like that?"

   Betsy could only shake her head, as her voice was gone.  She watched the
girl's body shiver and shake out of control but Sherri never released the
imprisoned head.  She held Susan's open mouth directly over her cunt and
made sure the woman's nose was mashed tightly against her most sensitive
clitty.

   The scene was the most profound thing Betsy had ever witnessed, which
was likely the reason she let her guard down.  All of a sudden Jillian had
her hands on Betsy's chest, cupping her boobs before she had a chance to
escape.  Then the girl hugged Betsy tightly into her hard body.  "Just
wait...  you're next.  I want to reward my faithful trainee with the
sexiest woman.  Give her something she will never forget."

   Betsy dearly wanted to run but her feet were nailed to the floor.  She
had an impulse to move but for some strange reason never took a step.  Then
she heard the girl speak.  "I made a promise after not taking advantage
last time," Jillian whispered.  "I vowed to turn my dream woman with the
sexiest body into my darling slut."

   Betsy's legs got increasingly weaker and she felt like she might
collapse.  Her eyes widen and her mouth hung open in shear amazement when
Jillian boldly faced her.  Betsy could see the girl's arms moving with her
peripheral vision, but she didn't move a muscle to stop her.  Jillian
shoved her into the change room just as Sherri and Susan got off the floor.
Then Jillian purposely left the door open when she ordered Betsy to strip.

   Betsy refused to obey the girl, but that was a big mistake.  Suddenly
she was slammed hard against the wall of the change room, which knocked the
wind out of her.  Abruptly there were so many hands taking her clothes off
that Betsy was too confused to do anything.  She desperately looked at
Jillian, and then at Sherri, but their serious faces and wild eyes sent
panic through her entire body.  She fully expected to be raped by the two
maniacs, but that was not what happened.

   Then she pictured what really happened in that crowded change room. 
There was a bench against one wall and Jillian suddenly sat on it.  Then
the girl literally ordered Betsy to eat her, as she ripped the gown off her
youthful body.  The command made Betsy's heart stop and she remembered
turning her head to the side, looking out of the wide-open doorway to the
dimly lit store display windows.  Obviously no one could see into the
change room from the mall corridor but Betsy was never sure.

   Much to Betsy's dismay, Susan even helped in her seduction.  Susan did
whatever Jillian ordered her to do.  When Betsy didn't obey Jillian at
once, Susan and Sherri became the enforcers.  Betsy remembered how Susan
and Sherri forced her onto her hands and knees in front of the waiting
Jillian, and then pushed her head into the woman's lap.  Nothing more had
to be said to Betsy, as she started licking Jillian in a way that
definitely pleased the young woman.  At the time Betsy wondered if she
wasn't a born-again lesbian, with the way she performed oral sex on
Jillian.

   Betsy remembering thinking she had to act fast.  She desperately wanted
Jillian to experience a climax right away so she used her mouth and fingers
for decadent purposes.  Betsy licked the young woman's pussy while paying
particular attention to the throbbing clitty.

   Then the shocking revelation of that particular time hit her.  She was
on her knees between Jillian's legs and performing cunnilingus on her when
one of the others got behind her.  Someone started licking her ass and then
their tongue went into her velvety crack.  When the person fucked her
asshole, Betsy wanted to cry.  She couldn't think of anything more
humiliating yet it was so intimidating that she was unable to move away.

   When Jillian's orgasm ended, the girl swiftly changed places with
Sherri. Betsy remembered being ordered once again to perform oral magic. 
She faithfully used her tongue on the young salesgirl and it wasn't long
before Sherri's hips gyrated all over the bench.

   At the time, Betsy didn't dare look behind her but suddenly she flinched
remembering the drastic feeling.  A mouth kissed her butt and left a wet
trail all over until darting into her dark crevice.  Abruptly a tongue
lashed out, licking her puckered asshole, and Betsy's dilemma grew dire
once again.  But this time it was different.  All of a sudden a finger
pushed into her pussy, which Betsy was okay with, but then another finger
was forced into her back entrance.

   Betsy sobbed that night when she felt Sherri's orgasm burst in her
mouth. The girl used brute force to hold Betsy's head against her crotch.
Sherri knew exactly how to rotate Betsy's head back and forth in her
wetness and expertly keep the open mouth directly on her soaked cunt. 
Sherri squirted cum out of her convulsing belly and filled the open mouth
until the juices spilled out.

   Then with the sudden swiftness of a bullet, Betsy's orgasm exploded. 
Jillian finger-fucked both holes and made sure she rammed each finger to
the hilt with each determined thrust.  Betsy relived that horrible
experience.  Her hips bucked so hard and fast that she almost hurt her
knees on the hard floor.  She was forced to perform an immoral act on
another woman, which was bad enough, but also experiencing a mind-blowing
orgasm at the same time was demoralizing.

   Betsy pictured all of it, as she recalled this chapter of her life
story. Jillian crouched behind her and she kept the orgasm flourishing from
one gigantic high to the next.  The girl rammed her slender finger into
Betsy's ass while at the same time replacing her other finger with her hot
mouth.  Betsy remembered her entire clitoris engulfed by Jillian's burning
mouth and then her delicate bud being bashed around by the girl's skilled
tongue.

   She thought the orgasm would never end.  Just as Betsy teetered on the
highest peak, the devious Jillian switched.  Her tongue started licking
Betsy's asshole pretending to be a penis and Jillian finger-fucked the
saliva, soaked pussy like a wild woman.  Even years later, as Betsy
reminisced about her life, she shivered with the images of how she let lust
overtake her sanity, in of all places, a woman's change room.

   ***The Affair Changes

   Both Betsy and Susan were completely spent when they left Victoria
Secrets.  Adding to Betsy's humiliation at the time, the two salesgirls
sort of turned all their attention to each other and ignored the two,
distraught women.  Long after it was over, Betsy wondered, 'Why didn't I
fight the girls?  Why didn't I didn't slap Jillian's face when she said
such vulgar, brash things?'

   When they got back to Thomas', they went straight up to the master
bedroom.  Neither woman said a word.  It was by implied, mutual consent
that they went to bed together and Betsy remembered how nice it was to have
someone around who cared.  The Friday night episode with Jillian and Sherri
had been traumatic and Betsy found Susan's company gave her some
consolation.  Betsy was beginning to appreciate Susan more and more even
though she didn't want to admit the fact.

   Suddenly at the frightening age of 39, Betsy looked back on the way her
life was changing.  Her love affair with Thomas was truly special, but
suddenly it was becoming complicated.  She reflected and realized the
relationship changed shortly after Thomas returned from his weekend
conference.  He came home early Monday morning and immediately informed
Betsy that they were invited on weekend getaway, a short holiday with
another couple to New Jersey.

   Thomas told her about one of his biggest clients, Ted who owned a large
HMO.  She remembered meeting Ted casually at one of Thomas' parties, but
couldn't recall any specific details about the man.  Thomas explained
spending a lot of time with Ted and his wife at the conference and he
mentioned how much he liked the couple.

   Betsy tried to think back to how it really happened.  Her love affair
with Thomas was truly special, but suddenly things changed.  She reflected
and realized the relationship changed drastically during that New Jersey
holiday.  When they went with the married couple, Ted and Alice, Betsy
expected the extended weekend in fun city would include drinking, gambling
and having a good time.  Suddenly she grinned with the realization that it
wasn't necessarily in that order.

   Apparently the Atlantic City weekend was Ted's idea.  Betsy found out
later that she was the reason the man wanted to spend a few days with
Thomas, but she was far too naïve to suspect anything was wrong at the
time. Now years later, Betsy sprawled out on the bed in her spare bedroom
thinking of reasons and excuses for the way she acted in Jersey.  The last
thing of interest to her at the time was swinging, but it just happened. 
At first Betsy thought of blaming it on being tipsy from having too much to
drink.  Then she realized that she was not the type of woman to extract
blame or make excuses.  At 39, Betsy was a grown woman and she never shrank
away from taking responsibility.

   The holiday was planned as an extended weekend retreat.  Thomas and Ted
intended to finalize some business deals at the same time so there were
good reasons for them going together.  Late Thursday , the couples arrived
in Atlantic City.  They checked into the hotel and only took time for a
couple of drinks in the hotel casino before hitting the sack.

   Friday morning the couples got up and toured the city before returning
to the hotel for dinner.  Betsy reflected on what it was like.  The whole
atmosphere was party-like and the booze flowed freely so everyone seemed
happy.  After eating, the couples spent the whole evening in the casino,
which provided loads of fun gambling.  Win some, loose some and in the end
nobody really lost much money.

   Betsy remembered feeling no pain when someone suggested it was time for
a nightcap.  Her legs were fairly wobbly when they went back to the room,
but Thomas managed to keep her steady and upright.  The couples had
adjoining rooms so it was natural that Ted and Alice followed them into
their room.  Once inside, Thomas mixed drinks and the couples sat around
chatting and telling jokes.  Betsy remembered it as a great time and her
belly hurt from laughing so much that night.

   All of a sudden about two in the morning, Alice suggested getting into a
more casual, relaxed attire and she excused herself to get changed.  For
some strange reason, everyone laughed when Alice dared Thomas to help her
get changed, saying that she couldn't do it alone.  At the time Betsy
thought they were kidding and she merely resumed taking sips of her drink
while casually watching what was on the television.

   When Thomas followed Alice, Betsy reasoned her boyfriend was merely
playing along with her silly game.  All of a sudden Ted stood at the door
to the adjacent room.  "Wow!  You should see this," he whispered in Betsy's
direction.  "Allie's naked and Tommy boy is kissing her...!"

   Ted sort of left his revelation hanging.  Not really understanding what
was happening, Betsy resisted the urge to look.  She grinned at Ted, but he
kept glancing into the room and then at her in a most animated manner. 
Suddenly the temptation got the better of her and Betsy went to the
doorway. She peeked into the room and her jaw dropped.

   Betsy was dumbfounded watching Thomas fondle Alice's fully exposed
titties.  The fact the woman wasn't wearing any clothes took Betsy by
surprise and her heart started beating very rapidly.  It almost felt like
she was spying on someone and if they saw her, she would be in big trouble.
Her eyes got bigger when Thomas played with the enormous nipples with his
tongue and the sound of Alice moaning sent shivers up Betsy's backbone.

   Her heart almost pounded out of her chest, as Ted grabbed her dainty
hand and led her across the dimly lit room to the bed she shared with
Thomas.  Betsy remembered being absolutely petrified when Ted slowly
unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time.  Reflecting on it, Betsy
reasoned she had plenty of time to stop him, but she didn't.  The doors to
the adjoining room were left wide open and Betsy remembered listening to
the loud moans from next door.

   Betsy couldn't fathom how everything seemed to be closing in on her, in
that small hotel room.  She remembered acting like a mechanical robot. 
Betsy tried hard to picture what Thomas and Alice were doing and her head
got more confused with each passing second.  Seeing it all now in her
daydream made Betsy realize that it was all a planned setup.

   At the time her entire focus and attention was on her boyfriend and
Alice.  Betsy stood beside the bed and never even tried to stop Ted who
swiftly stripped her blouse and skirt, leaving her skimpily dressed in bra
and panties.  He literally threw Betsy on the bed and was on top of her
before she had time to escape.  Betsy did remember putting up a futile
struggle after she hit the bed, but Ted merely pinned her arms above her
head.  He slithered between her legs, which he forced apart, and Betsy
suddenly realized she was going to get fucked.

   Abruptly Ted sat up and frantically ripped his clothes off.  Betsy would
always regret not struggling harder or trying to escape at that time.  She
lay motionless on the bed and watched in horror, as Ted stripped, even
though she knew what was in store.  All of a sudden he was naked and on top
of her again.  She felt his erection poking her in the crotch and flinched
every time it struck the narrow band of panty material between her legs.

   Betsy moaned out loud trying hard to let Ted know of her displeasure,
but he was far past the caring stage.  He leaned down and put his mouth
next to her ear.  "Alice thinks you have the sexiest body...  so do I. 
Thomas told us how much you like swinging," Ted whispered.  "He said you
were the best...  liked having sex with another couple...  and sex with
another woman."

   Ted's disclosure made Betsy want to struggle harder but it was too late.
The man was a brute and he held her arms pinned firmly on the bed, as he
rode the bucking mustang.  It seemed the harder she struggled, the more
determined Ted got.  "That's it baby.  Fight...  fight for all you're worth
baby," he hissed.  "Tommy said you like putting on a show...  like to
pretend you're being raped."

   Betsy remembered crying and pleading with Ted, but it only encouraged
him more.  Suddenly she turned her head to the side and stared into the
deep, black eyes of the devil.  Somehow Alice had crept into the room and
she was kneeling beside the bed.  Betsy's memory became more dramatic and
more detailed.  The woman abruptly jumped on the bed and she stripped the
dignity from Betsy.  Alice quickly ripped off Betsy's bra and panties,
leaving her naked and helpless for her enraged husband.

   All of a sudden Alice kissed her on the lips.  Betsy twisted and rolled
her shoulders, but Ted easily kept her pinned on the bed.  Her eyes
remained opened, wide in awe, and then she saw Thomas hovering behind
Alice. The woman was on her hands and knees right beside Betsy on the bed
and Thomas had his hands on Alice's upraised hips.  Suddenly she realized
the woman was getting fucked doggie style and the furious tempo was making
the entire bed rock back and forth.

   Betsy could barely see past Alice's head but it was apparent what her
boyfriend was riding her hard.  Suddenly Alice's tongue shot into her mouth
and the kiss became heated.  Betsy remembered how her head started spinning
out of control and at the time she felt totally overwhelmed.  Then she felt
Ted's pecker and she held her breath.

   Betsy recalled one of the most humiliating events of her life.  She
remembered how the husband was about to rape her, and how the wife forced
herself on her.  Betsy envisioned how Thomas screwed another woman and did
nothing at all to stop Ted and Alice's assault.  When she felt that
familiar prodding directly on her vulnerable opening, all she could do was
hold still and pray.

   Suddenly her world collapsed.  Ted's cock skidded across her delicate
clitoris like a snake until the head hit the target.  All the air came out
of her lungs when the man thrust with all his might.  Ted raked her G-spot
with his cock and didn't stop until he was fully embedded to the hilt. 
Earlier Betsy had the willpower to fight off any rising emotions but
suddenly she felt helpless.

   Alice broke the kiss and she came face to face with her expected
swinging partner.  "Thomas said you were the best.  Best fuck in Jersey,"
she whispered.  Then Alice laughed at her attempted humor, as she
continued. "Holy sweet fuck!  Tommy's cock...  it's inside of me!  Oh my
God...  Tommy is fucking me with his gorgeous cock."

   Then Ted set her arms free.  Betsy rolled her shoulders from one side to
the other, but Alice swiftly pinned one arm to the bed.  Alice lay on top
of her right arm and her left arm was flung out to the side in a useless
fashion.  Betsy never thought she would be jealous or envious of another
woman.  Suddenly she was able to see around Alice's writhering torso. 
Betsy watched Thomas pound his cock to the hilt inside her swinging friend
and she would never forget the expression on Alice's petty face.

   No one had to tell Betsy who was in-charge of what was happening.  "Lift
up, Teddy.  Lift up so I can make our beauty queen cum," Alice said
demanding Ted follow the set plan.  "I'll show you what a real woman
loves...  and how a real woman fucks all over a man's dick."

   Betsy was left without any control.  She felt Alice creep further up on
the bed until her face was inches in front of hers.  Then the woman's
skilled hand slipped between the sweaty crotches and instantly found her
goal.  Ted arched his back severely in an effort to give his wife plenty of
room.  The extra freedom allowed Alice's fingers to push between the upper
labia until they closed on top of the wriggling clitoris.

   At first Betsy thought she had a chance, but that soon changed when
Alice squeezed hard.  Betsy's hips jumped once, then again and again until
she wondered if her willpower was strong enough.  Alice's fingers pulled
outward on the pulsating clit and she tenderly put her lips next to Betsy's
ear.  "Go ahead...  fight!  See if you can stop it," she whispered.  Her
tongue darted out and licked the side of Betsy's flushed face.  "See if you
can stop cumming all over my fingers...  and Teddy's wonderful cock."

   Betsy was determined to show Alice who was the strongest.  She no longer
cared what her boyfriend was doing and tensed every muscle in her body in
an attempt to regain a measure of self-control.  As she looked back on it,
that vain attempt was probably her ultimate downfall.  Her pelvis was
raised up off the mattress when she felt the first spasm go through her
insides like an exploding rocket.  Betsy swiftly realized it was wrong to
tense up so she tried to relax.

   Ted felt Betsy's sudden dip and he thrust his hips at her like a
distraught madman.  The combination was earth-shattering.  Ted's penis
drove deep into her belly and his bony pelvis crushed Alice's fingers into
the soaked crevice.  Betsy was positive her clitoris was bruised and it
throbbed uncontrollably.  Alice pinched harder trying for a better grip and
she succeeded in bringing an end to her victim's futile struggle.

   Alice picked that exact time to hammer the final nail.  She bit down on
Betsy's unprotected ear and her words were simple groans of pleasure.  "Oh,
fuck!  I can feel your boyfriend's cock...  Thomas' cock deep inside of
me." Then her tongue lashed out and licked Betsy's ear.  "I love watching
Teddy...  fucking you.  Ramming his cock onto you like a wildman."

   Alice felt the velvety hips quiver in anticipation and knew Betsy was on
the brink.  Her fingers rolled the bud around, as best she could, and Alice
had never seen anything like it.  Betsy's sweaty body thrashed up and down
frantically.  Every time Ted pumped, Betsy thrust upwards to meet the man's
lost fervor.

   "Oh baby.  Baby, keep cumming!  Cum with Teddy's cock in your belly. 
Show me what a slut you are...  keep cumming," Alice moaned.  "Your tits...
what a set of titties you have.  And the nipples...  God they are too
irresistible."

   The words were barely out of Alice's mouth when she devoured the entire
end of Betsy's tit.  Alice pushed her way under her husband's sweat-covered
body and she put her mouth around the precious nipple.  Then she sucked as
hard as she could until her mouth was full of soft velvet.  Alice felt the
hard bud in the back of throat and she let her sharp teeth put marks in the
soft flesh of Betsy's titty.  Her trained fingers never let up and kept
twisting the swollen clitoris around vigorously.

   Betsy was despondent knowing she had lost the battle.  She glanced to
her right and her eyes met Thomas', which were staring directly at her. 
The only thing she managed was a pleading look at her boyfriend, as if to
ask, 'How could you?  How could you let them do this to me?' Then without
warning, her eyes fluttered and rolled up into her forehead, as her body
went into wild convulsions.

   She was oblivious of anything Thomas said.  "You're so beautiful... 
when you cum.  Sweet Jesus Bets...  I've never seen you cum like this... 
so hard...  so fucking hard," he whispered even though nobody was
listening. Then his balls exploded and he filled Alice's volcano with
molten lava.  "This is just the start.  Ted and Alice are going to fuck you
all night.  She's the best.  Alice is going to make you her personal slut."

   ***

   The afterglow was magnificent.  The two exhausted women lay in each
other arms and hugged.  Now years later, Betsy tossed and turned on the bed
thinking about what happened next.  To this day she couldn't understand why
she let them do it or why she even stayed in the room.

   The two couples remained together on the bed and the men lay on either
side of the embracing women.  All of a sudden Betsy remembered Thomas
getting up to go to the bathroom.  The memory was like it happened
yesterday and not years ago.  Ted quickly rolled over the two women so that
he and his wife surrounded the unsuspecting Betsy.  It seemed senseless at
the time to fight off their unwanted fondling or groping and Betsy merely
tried hard to endure the mortifying caresses.

   Their hands were all over and Betsy did her best to twist and turn but
nothing helped.  Then the couple and Thomas, who she thought she trusted,
took complete control of her confused and mystified emotions.  Thomas
returned from the bathroom, making a diversion into the adjoining room, and
he came back carrying an entire collection of sex toys and instruments of
torture.  At first Betsy had no idea that she was the planned victim of
sexual torment, but her innocence didn't last long.

   Betsy thought it was Ted, but it might have been Thomas who put rubber
bands around her boobs.  She remembered staring at her newly abused jewels
and seeing them turn color and bulge out in a most fascinating manner.  Her
nipples had never been so hard.  Suddenly she watched someone put
clothespins on her enlarged pebbles and she almost flew off the bed.  The
choking bands must have made her nipples overly sensitive, she reasoned. 
The pins squeezed hard enough to make her nips throb outrageously but not
too hard so that it hurt.

   It did no good to struggle and fight the determined captors.  She
remembered pleading and begging Thomas but to no avail.  "Relax honey.  You
will enjoy it...  have fun.  You know how we always talked about
swinging... and having sex with others.  Well...  now we can," Thomas
whispered trying hard to ease Betsy's mind.

   Her head rolled from side to side trying to find some comfort.  When she
heard her boyfriend justify the demeaning assault, she wondered.  Maybe
they had discussed or talked about swinging encounters, but she never
dreamed of doing this sort of thing.  Then she got the shock of her life.
She watched Ted remove one of the clothespins and get busy replacing it
with something else.

   Betsy watched Ted touch a red wire to the very tip of her nipple.  Then
he slowly placed another wire on the underside of her jiggling titty.  She
never noticed the battery and merely stared wide-eyed wondering what he was
doing.  There was the briefest moment of feeling nothing, and abruptly her
chest heaved out of control.  Ted moved from one enlarged nipple to the
other quickly inflaming the buds to profound stature with small jolts of
electricity.

   Betsy was sure her nipples would never be the same and they throbbed so
madly it made her emit animal noises.  She swore at Ted but none of her
curses mattered.  Suddenly Alice was smiling in her face and it was the
smirk of the devil.  The woman waved an eerie black object and voiced her
concern for Betsy's cooperation.

   "Boys will be boys.  They can play with your luscious titties...  but I
have something better for you.  Look!  Look at my slut tamer...  my black
monster," she whispered.  Betsy watched her lips moving and everything she
said sent a tremor through her entire body.  "You're going to experienced
lust like never before.  This big...  black...  dick is going to fuck your
brains out sweetheart."

   Betsy's glassy eyes turned to the dildo, which was a perfectly designed
cock.  It not only was long, thick and menacing, but it had short, rubber
fingers that matched flawlessly with a woman's clitoris.  All of a sudden
her arms were pinned by strong, dominant hands forcing Betsy to lie still
on her back.  Suddenly Alice's arm shifted downward, filling Betsy with
doom.

   This part of the dream was going to be hard.  Betsy still felt the total
loss of control from the initial probing and searching from the rubber
dildo, which lasted a measly minute.  Her legs involuntarily opened by
means of a strong man's hand on each limb and Alice shoved the big dildo
into the soaked opening.  There was excess lubrication to make the dick
slide in easily but Alice purposely took her time.

   The woman slowly worked the dildo into the honey-hole.  Betsy's pleading
and begging only incensed Alice to a higher degree of lust.  The pitiful
pleas continued until the dildo hit a wall but then the springy fingers
struck the tiny gem.  Betsy screamed when Alice thrust hard on the rubber
cock and moved it up and down vigorously.  The cock was one thing she would
not forget, but the rubber fingers were merciless.  They grabbed her clit
and wouldn't let go.

   Alice jiggled the cock nonstop ensuring the short, rubber fingers meshed
perfectly with Betsy's puffy jewel.  'Look!  Dear God, look at her cum. 
She's cumming again...  and can't stop creaming all over big daddy," Alice
whispered.  "Thomas!  Stick your finger in her ass and watch her dance. 
She'll cum like the biggest slut."

   The woman was in control again and ordered the men to do her dirty work.
Alice was the supreme mistress with the incredible dildo and she demanded
Thomas finger-fuck his girlfriend, while Ted worked his magic on Betsy's
boobs.

   Betsy's cream flooded out of her inner domain without any way for her to
slow it down.  The three ravaged her submissive body and all she could do
was surrender.  Her belly heaved in and out with each spasm, which erupted
into a full-blown orgasm.

   Ecstasy seemed to have a new meaning for Betsy.  She felt the last few
tremors vibrate through her insides and then the soft, tender lips of a
woman.  Alice cuddled and shuffled against Betsy's outstretched body.  Then
the woman put her arms around Betsy and they hugged in a quiet manner for
the longest time.

   Nothing moved or stirred.  Suddenly Betsy felt the woman's lips on her
ear.  Alice kissed her ear, the side of her face and then her neck. 
"There's more.  Much more!  Now I need your sluttish mouth on my cunt... 
eating me out," Alice whispered ever so softly.

   Betsy didn't want to do it, but she couldn't see a way out of her
dilemma.  Alice pulled her hair and used brute force to indicate what she
wanted Betsy to do.  Betsy's flushed face was pushed downward until her
cheek was against Alice's bare breast.  Then the woman held Betsy's face
steady and demanded she do something.  So Betsy used her tongue to lick and
caress the ends of Alice's titties until they were soaked with saliva.

   When Alice wanted more, she pushed downward again.  Betsy felt the boobs
flash past her face and then the soft tummy was against her cheek.  Alice
turned the slave's head and shoved her mouth directly at her belly button.
Betsy didn't know what else to do so her tongue lashed out and into the
tiny hole.  She felt the woman's tummy quivering and knew it was the result
of what she was doing.

   Suddenly her face was moving again.  This time Alice held Betsy's head
so her face brushed along the hot flesh all the way down to the intended
zone.  Soft, curly stubble appeared under her mouth and again Betsy was
perplexed.  She didn't want to kiss Alice down there or use her tongue to
stimulate the woman but there didn't seem to be any alternative, Betsy
reasoned at the time.

   Suddenly the aroma of bitch drifted into her nostrils.  Betsy could
smell raw sex and she marveled at how it seemed to drug her mind.  In a
matter of the briefest moment, her thoughts went from hesitation to
willingly trying to please her mistress.  Alice held her legs splayed and
she jumped whenever the foreign face rubbed against her burning skin.

   Ted and Thomas both paused and stared at the ensuing encounter.  Betsy
lay on the bed reliving her past and realized the significance of the
upcoming encounter.  It was another time in her life that she actually was
the aggressor.  She took complete charge of another woman much to her own
dismay, even now, years later.

   Suddenly she felt stronger and more powerful than ever.  Betsy clinched
her teeth and vowed to make the bitch pay.  She would pay her back for what
happened earlier.  Betsy grabbed the rubber bands and quickly slipped them
around Alice's titties.  First one luscious boob was squeezed into a cone
shape, as the woman put up a playful struggle.  Then Betsy did the same
thing to the other big tit before grabbing the discarded clothespins.

   Betsy slapped the woman's tits until she protested.  Then she clipped
the clamps on the overly hardened nipples and Alice begged her to stop
because it hurt.  That was when Betsy really took charge.  She ordered the
men to pin Alice's arms above her head and they willingly complied.

   Alice sensed the drama was getting out of hand, but she hesitated to say
too much for fear of disappointing her husband.  All of a sudden Betsy
jumped on her stomach and she sat directly over her flared hips, pinning
Alice on the bed.  Just before diving forward, Betsy glared at the woman,
daring her to struggle.  Their eyes met and Alice instantly realized that
for the first time in her life, she was going to be ravaged by another
woman.  During all of their swinging and sexual affairs, she was the
mistress who tortured and punished poor unsuspecting women.

   Suddenly the roles were reversed and she was not happy.  "Ted.  Ted!  It
has gone far enough.  Let me go...  tell her to stop," Alice pleaded. 
"Ted! Ted!  Fucking make her stop.  God.  My tits...  they're on fire."

   Neither man was willing to let go.  They held Alice's arms high above
her head and kept the limbs pinned on the mattress.  Then the vindictive
Betsy devoured a nipple and quickly shifted to the other when the woman
begged her to stop.  Her face had an evil grin when she used her teeth. 
Betsy nibbled both nipples again and again causing the woman to plead for
mercy.

   Betsy was more determined than ever.  She retrieved the battery pack and
showed the shaking woman what was about to happen.  Still sitting on
Alice's thrashing hips, Betsy bent forward and slowly applied the voltage
to the extremely swollen tits.  The torture turned into a game, as Betsy
tried to ride the bucking bronco through to the end.

   Betsy had to do everything herself, but she didn't mind.  Ted and Thomas
were occupied with holding Alice pinned to the bed and Betsy threatened the
defenseless woman with the menacing dildo.  She put the bulbous head on the
puckered asshole and watched Alice squirm madly trying to get away.  The
scream for mercy was unmistakable when Betsy threatened to fuck Alice's
coveted ass.  She pushed a little harder and the thought of brutal, anal
sex brought a stream of tears from Alice's teary eyes.

   "No...  dear God, no.  Please not that.  Anything...  I'll do anything
but please not in my ass," Alice cried.  "It's too big...  too big.  Please
don't...  I'll die!"

   Even now Betsy felt the rush of adrenaline.  She was in-charge and
inflicting hell on a woman she disliked.  Suddenly she slipped the dildo
head upwards and directly into the torrid opening.  Betsy rammed the cock
in so fast it took Alice's breath away.  It was the most shocking event and
Betsy held the large dildo fully embedded for what seemed like forever. 
The stunned woman held her breath hoping the sudden onslaught would stop.

   Betsy pushed even harder and jerked her hand upwards.  The puffy labia
were already spread wide, which allowed the damaging rubber fingers to
crush the tender clitoris.  Alice and Ted had played rape games many times,
but they were always the ones raping the other woman.

   All of a sudden the rapist was fucking Alice.  The attacker crouched
between Alice's thighs and placed her knees into the bitch's crotch, as
tight as possible.  With her knees as a wedge, Betsy pushed Alice's legs
apart and held them spread to their widest reaches.  "Open your legs
bitch...  wider slut.  As wide a possible so I can rape your cunt," Betsy
said.  "Now you can feel what it's like to get fucked by your goddamn,
black monster."

   Betsy moved the rubber cock in and out.  Each time she thrust inward,
she rammed upward at the same time, which utterly ravaged the unprotected
clit.  There was no longer need for Ted and Thomas to hold Alice's arms, so
the two men moved closer.  The key to controlling his wife was her nipples,
so Ted reapplied the breast stimulation.  Thomas was completely aroused by
the pretend rape and he fisted his engorged cock in plain view of everyone.

   Alice felt the biggest orgasm rising from deep inside her belly.  She
arched her back in a last-ditch effort to stop the flood, but her juices
swiftly coated the black, rubber cock.  Her tender clitoris had never been
abused so severely and suddenly the rubber fingers pounded the inflamed bud
into her bony crotch.  Alice couldn't see anymore.  Her eyes were not only
closed tightly, but they were filled with tears.  She didn't see what her
husband was doing, but she definitely felt his molestation, as Betsy took
her over the top.

   ***

   All of a sudden the image of Danny's handsome face popped into her head.
Betsy never ceased to wonder at how present day fantasies could arise right
in the middle of an aged daydream.  Her vivid movie rolled instantly from
being in Atlantic City to being in Danny's strong arms.  A pleasant shiver
shot through her body thinking of how much she cared for the one man who
treated her right.

   Suddenly the sequence of her past was broken by the more recent
memories. Her mind instantly went to when she met Danny.  How he stole her
cab in the pouring rain but then apologized profusely.  He was such a nice
man, she thought.  Then Betsy wondered at how God used such good planning
and ensured she finally met the man of her dreams.

   The past and present images melded and Betsy could see images of Danny's
smiling face along with those of Alice's naked body being fucked by a large
dildo.  The clothespins were still attached to her enlarged nipples and the
woman seemed to love the perverted pain.  Betsy grinned at the thought that
she was a southern bitch with a mean streak when she ravaged poor Alice in
that Jersey hotel room.

   Maybe she should be locked up.  Perhaps not in a jail cell but just
maybe she needed treatment in a mental institution, Betsy thought.  Then
she saw the humor of it all and realized that her life was probably no
different than most.  It was time for another break from her life story,
but she promised the interlude would be short, as she wanted to finish the
chapter titled, 'A Thomas Affair.'

   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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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 Six - A Love Affair With Thomas Continues with Susan (MFF, FF,
F+, MMFF, Fdom, reluc, drug, gangbang, oral, anal)

   Betsy rushed back to her spare bedroom wanting to finish the chapter, 'A
Thomas Affair.' She recalled it was late October when they returned from
Atlantic City.  Thomas had told her all about Ted and explained, as best he
could, about how much he relied on the business from Ted's company. 
Apparently Ted was so pleased after the weekend getaway that he set the
wheels in motion to upgrade the pharmacy section of his company, which
meant big money for Thomas.

   Strange what men were willing to do in an effort to get ahead, Betsy
thought.  Thomas willingly sacrificed her to get ahead in business, which
was the dawning of Betsy's realization that the relationship was doomed. 
When Thomas suggested that they should have Ted over on occasion, he winked
at Betsy letting her know he meant more of what happened in Atlantic City.
Betsy remembered how furious she was at the suggestion and thinking about
it now, she realized that her feelings for Thomas were changing.

   Right after that, Betsy got the surprise of her life.  It was midweek
when she went over to Thomas' only to find Susan had moved out of her
apartment and into the second bedroom.  Looking back on it now, Betsy
realized she bought the bullshit story about Susan's place being converted
into condo units.  Susan said that if she found a place to live for three
months, then she would get a tremendous deal on renting a condo unit.

   Later when she was alone with Thomas, he told Betsy how he was doing
this for her.  He was keeping Susan around just to make Betsy happy and
that she should appreciate his giving up so much privacy.  When she opened
her mouth to say something, Thomas merely restated the fact it was only for
a few months.

   With the beach-slut now living in the same house as her boyfriend, Betsy
wasn't happy with the arrangements.  All of a sudden she wondered if she
hadn't underestimated the bitch.  After that it was only a couple of days
before Betsy also moved a lot of her belongings over to Thomas' and she too
started staying fulltime with her boyfriend.  She reasoned her best plan
was to keep an eye on the two who had suddenly become very friendly.

   Betsy had a harder time remembering what started a trend, which she
regretted.  Thomas had business dealings with Ted almost every week and in
early November their meeting took place at Thomas' house.  When the subject
of them entertaining his business acquaintances, Betsy didn't see anything
wrong with it and Susan didn't seem to mind either.  As Betsy eventually
found out, the private setting was perfect for what the men had in mind.

   Thomas joked about how Susan could really help him out by making Ted
happy.  "Ted's a big customer of mine.  He's married...  but he does like a
little on the side," he said, winking at the two women.

   Suddenly Betsy looked back at every detail that she missed.  The
business meeting was followed by a cozy meal served by herself and Susan.
It seemed more like a double date than anything else, as she sat right next
to Thomas and Susan sat beside Ted.  Betsy missed the fact the two guests
seemed far friendlier than a couple meeting for the first time.  Susan
laughed at everything Ted said and after a short while, he seemed to keep
putting his hands on her shoulders or touching her face.

   Right after dinner, Thomas and Ted moved out of the kitchen area and
that was when Betsy mentioned the expectations of Susan being Ted's date.
She should have been suspicious at the time, but once again her innocence
showed.  Susan readily accepted the plan and the woman didn't blink an eye
when Betsy mentioned that Ted might want sexual favors.

   'Gawd,' Betsy thought, 'how stupid I had been.' It seemed like the
perfect transition when all four adjourned to the family room and sat
around the fireplace.  They were involved in a lighthearted discussion and
Betsy remembered looking over at Susan who had gone to the bathroom and
just rejoined the group.  The woman had the top few buttons of her blouse
undone and the extra cleavage was a big hit with Ted and Thomas.  Betsy
recalled Susan was wearing one of the sexy, Victoria Secret bras at the
time.

   That night the drinks flowed freely.  It didn't take long before Susan
was giggling and acting like she didn't mind that Ted groped her the odd
time, which Betsy found interesting.  When Thomas excused himself and then
asked Betsy to join him, it was a defining moment in the ensuing
friendship. "Come," he whispered as they proceeded up to his bedroom.  "I
think Ted wants to be alone with Susan."

   Betsy was astounded at the speed things happened.  Suddenly she realized
why Thomas liked the lofted ceilings and how the bedrooms overlooked the
downstairs living area.  She was speechless when she peered out of the
window of his bedroom at the naked couple, as they rutted on the floor in
front of the fireplace.  It still sent a shiver through her body at how she
witnessed such untamed lust and she didn't object when Thomas started
ravaging her body.  They had sex that night with the fervent sounds of Ted
and Susan's love making filling the whole house.

   After the first time, Ted visited on a weekly basis.  Betsy recalled the
trend continued until late November when Thomas mentioned they were having
a celebration over another large business deal.  Although he told her that
someone else was joining the party, a man named Mel who was Ted's financial
advisor, Betsy never objected.

   When Mel showed up with Ted, she instantly didn't like the man.  The
best way to describe Mel was that he was creepy.  His eyes seemed to slyly
shift from one woman to another and his face was plastered with an evil
grin, which gave Betsy goosebumps.  Mel was short, even shorter than she
was, and he was overweight enough to look repulsive.  Every time he looked
at her with his beady eyes, it sent a shiver of anxiety up her backbone,
making the hair standup on the back of her neck.

   On that particular night, Betsy was relieved when Thomas took her up to
his bedroom like always.  She remembered trying to watch what was happened
downstairs, but couldn't bear to see Susan having intercourse with such a
disgusting man as Mel.  The fuck-fest lasted well into the early morning
and Betsy could only imagine how many times Ted and Mel had sex with Susan.

   ***The End Was Near

   Her life story was nearing another monumental happening.  Betsy recalled
how the trend of hosting celebrations for Thomas' business associates took
another bizarre twist.  Thomas invited not only Ted and Mel but also two
other businessmen for an early Christmas celebration.  When he suggested
Susan dress like one of the sexy waitresses from the local strip club, she
didn't object at all.  He even bought her the required waitress outfit and
Susan looked very seductive with most of her rich assets fully displayed
for all of the prying eyes.

   Everything went fairly smooth that night until most of the men had
consumed more alcohol than they could handle.  Betsy remembered how they
teased her for not dressing up like Susan, but she didn't let it bother
her. Then Mel started heckling her and that was when she most likely
created an enemy who would not stop until he extracted sweet revenge.  Mel
teased her and she called him certain names, which she now felt sorry for.
Names like pervert, creep, and bastard were the ones that Mel resented
most.

   When the party got down to the nitty-gritty, Betsy couldn't get out of
the downstairs room fast enough.  She quickly persuaded Thomas to leave
with her to the upstairs bedroom even though he desperately wanted to stay
for the fun.  Susan's boobs were fully exposed by this time and it was more
than obvious she was going to get fucked in gangbang style.

   Betsy could tell from Thomas' reactions that he wanted her to be part of
the gangbang.  One or two men she could handle, she thought with a grin,
but not four or five.  The two new businessmen were young, very muscular
and black.  They looked like your typical athletic stud and easily fit the
profile of a bouncer at a nightclub.  When one of them actually felt her
up, Betsy wondered if she would get out of the room without a fight.

   When she got up to the bedroom with Thomas, he gave her a warning.  It
was a warning that today she wished she would have listened to.  "You
should be careful.  Mel can be very dangerous...  and he can hold a
grudge," he whispered.  "You shouldn't call him names...  shouldn't be so
obvious that you hate the man."

   Suddenly everything became very clear to her.  Betsy shrugged off the
warning at the time, but later she would be sorry.  Funny how a woman could
get hoodwinked and not even be aware that people were planning her
seduction.  Betsy never suspected a thing when Thomas suggested another
celebration about a week before the holidays.  He had just completed his
best year in business and wanted to celebrate with a party at his house. 
Betsy didn't think much of the idea but she didn't want to spoil his
happiness so she reluctantly agreed.

   Betsy thought about how stupid she had been back then.  When the party
was mentioned, as was his normal, Thomas only had Betsy and Susan on the
guest list of women.  Ted was married, but if any of the other men had
wives, they were never mentioned.  Betsy tried hard to recall every detail
of the subverted plot that Thomas had cooked up with the beach-slut.

   Betsy arrived home at her normal time and found Thomas in the family
room with his friends.  The party was already in full swing and Betsy
assumed it started very early because the men seemed drunk.  Susan was
alone in the kitchen, so Betsy stayed with her, not wanting to be with the
overly boisterous men.  The woman poured her a drink and it was a matter of
20 or 30 minutes before the fateful evening became a complete black hole to
Betsy.

   That was how Betsy found out that there were three levels of tequila. 
After three or four drinks, she was a complete zombie who was too
inebriated to know her friend had spiked her drinks.  The last thing she
remembered was having a hard time setting down her blurry glass and then
being taken by the hand.  Although her memory was very hazy, Betsy was
positive it was Susan who led her into the family room and then there was
some loud laughing and cheering.

   Betsy's next recollection was waking up about 11 in the morning with one
of the worst hangovers of her life.  Her whole body felt like it had been
through the most intensive workout and every muscle felt too sore and tired
to move.  Thomas came into the bedroom and said she was the biggest sex
machine last night.  Betsy's head pounded and her temples throbbed when she
heard his shocking disclosure.

   "You even begged me to fuck you in the ass.  Holy fuck honey...  I
thought you would never stop." Betsy's head spun like mad mostly from the
booze and drugs and she tried harder to remember anything from the last few
hours.  "I watched the whole thing and you were a crazy person in bed."

   "But it must have been the tequila.  I remember drinking...  having a
drink or two...  then nothing," she moaned.  "Gawd...  what have I done."

   "Hey, if it was the tequila.  I must get some of that shit," he said. 
"If it can turn you into such a sex machine...  I need a bottle."

   The rest of the day was a blur.  All week Betsy got little images of
Susan's serious face and numerous sexual encounters with what looked like
strangers with no faces.  She couldn't put her finger on anything concrete
and it bothered her more than anything in the world.  With each little
glimpse into that evening, Betsy vowed to find out more.

   Christmas was midweek, so the Friday before was her last day of work
until after New Years.  Betsy was too apprehensive to stay at work past
noon and she decided to start the holidays early.  She left school in a
hurry and really didn't plan anything.  Now years later, Betsy realized
there was a humorous side of life.

   When she got to Thomas', she found both his and Susan's car in the
driveway.  Betsy found that odd, as no one ever got home before four or
five o'clock, so she sneaked in the house on a mission.  There was no one
downstairs, but she could vaguely hear noises coming from the bedroom area.
Betsy tiptoed up the stairs, holding her breath the whole way.  Suddenly
her heart pounded when she heard the sound of slapping flesh coming from
the bedroom she shared with Thomas.

   All Betsy could think of was killing someone.  Then she heard Susan
plead with Thomas to turn up the volume.  "Honey, turn it up.  I love this
part of the gangbang," Susan said.  The next sound was Susan's voice coming
from the speakers.  "Suck it.  Suck it, Betsy, my love."

   Betsy thought her legs would give way, as she listened intently to lots
of men voicing their encouragement.

   "That's a good girl.  Get on your hands and knees...  pretend you're a
good doggie." Betsy immediately recognized Mel's squeaky voice and her body
shivered in disgust.  "Suck that big, black cock, baby."

   Then she heard Susan's voice again.  "Get it nice and hard...  so he can
fuck you again with his black cock.  Suck it...  suck it!"

   Betsy heard Mel's squeaky voice again and the hair stood up on the back
of her neck.  "Here...  here's another hundred.  I want her to pay...  big
time!  Fuck that beautiful ass."

   All of a sudden Betsy couldn't believe her ears.  "No...  dear gawd, no.
Not there, ...  not my ass." Her own voice startled her and Betsy wondered
what was going on.  Suddenly she was yelling for mercy.  Betsy heard her
own voice and wondered what was going on.  "It's too big.  Dear gawd, not
there!  Gawd, not there."

   Betsy didn't remember how long she stood listening, but it felt like an
eternity.  Her legs almost gave way when she crept down the stairs.  She
left the house as quietly as possible and drove blindly away.  About an
hour later, she called Thomas and told him she wasn't feeling well.  She
said that she suspected the flu and to prevent passing it around, she
planned using her own apartment for the weekend.

   ***

   The Monday before Christmas was a regular workday for both Thomas and
Susan.  Since she was off, Betsy went back to Thomas' with one goal in
mind. She had to find that horrible tape and reasoned it must be in Susan's
room, as Thomas would never store it where Betsy could accidentally find
it. Her logic paid off immediately.  The first place she looked was the
closet and Betsy found the incriminating evidence stored in a shoebox on
the top shelf.

   Betsy didn't dare review the tape at Thomas' in case he or Susan came
home unexpectedly, so she rushed back to her apartment.  Her hands shook
wildly when she popped the case into the VCR and she sat back to watch the
worst night of her life.

   Conveniently the movie started at the beginning and Betsy's heartbeat
increased dramatically watching herself being led into a room full of
rambunctious guys.  She seemed to stagger but Susan held her steady until
they were standing beside one of the sofas.  Then the cameraman did
something drastic which sent a tremor of panic right through Betsy.  He
panned the crowd and showed each hungry face.  There was Thomas who smiled
for the camera and Ted who merely kept staring straight ahead, obviously at
the two women.

   The camera panned until focusing on the two black businessmen that Betsy
had met during one of Thomas' parties.  She stared in disbelief as one of
the men rubbed his crotch and the other licked his lips obviously craving
the women who had just entered the room.  Betsy wondered about Mel, but she
didn't have to wonder long.  The devious man rotated the camera around so
it showed his rotten face and Betsy almost cried when his lips moved. 
"Enjoy the movie...  'A Slut For The Taking.' Watch one sexy broad getting
her brains fucked out."

   All of a sudden everything made perfect sense.  Betsy never wanted to
believe that she was used and abused, but suddenly it was more than
apparent.  Tears filled her eyes as the camera slowly panned back to the
two, sexy actresses.  Betsy looked at the scene unfold in dramatic fashion.
She could tell by the way her head sort of rolled from side to side that
she had been drugged.  Although her eyes were open and staring straight
ahead, she still appeared to be in a dazed state.

   Susan was standing behind her and the woman looked like she was
presenting Betsy for the men's approval.  Suddenly the woman reached around
Betsy.  Susan started playing with her boobs and Betsy noticed how her
hands went up in a sort of protest.  She stared at the movie as it showed
Susan whispering something in her ear.  Abruptly Betsy saw her arms slowly
drop to her sides and then Susan boldly unbuttoned Betsy's blouse with all
the men cheering her on.

   Betsy's eyes opened wider when her blouse was swiftly stripped.  Then
Susan whispered in her ear again and to Betsy's horror, she removed her own
bra.  Betsy could see how Susan continued to whisper commands in her ear
the whole time.  Now completely naked above the waist, Betsy witnessed
something that made her heart flutter out of control.  The movie depicted a
brazen woman cupping her own tits and holding them proudly up in the air.
Then the half-naked woman's right hand pushed up harder until she licked
her own nipple.

   The cameraman caught all of the sinful action.  Mel was the perfect
director and he made sure all the raunchy details were caught on tape. 
There was loud cheering when Betsy licked her own nipple and the yelling
got louder when she switched to the neglected bud.  Susan kept her mouth at
Betsy's ear and obviously kept telling the drugged woman what to do.  The
nipple licking and sucking went on forever and Betsy was slightly relieved
when she was ordered to stop.

   Betsy wondered what Susan had given her that made her such a zombie. 
She stared at the movie, and even knowing she was out of her mind, it was
very hard to tell, as the camera didn't zoom in on her face very much. 
Suddenly she heard Mel's voice when he told Susan to get the slut on the
sofa so she can show all the guys how a real woman does herself.

   All of a sudden her head was tilted back in the movie and something was
poured down her throat.  Susan held a glass to Betsy's mouth and forced her
to drink, with the odd amount running down her chin and onto her chest. 
Suddenly there were hands rubbing all of the spilled drink off her boobs
and Betsy flinched noticing that she didn't object one bit when someone
boldly pinched her nipples.

   Betsy couldn't stand to watch the humiliation so she hit the
fast-forward on the VCR.  When she hit the play button again, things got
even worse.  She was completely naked and sprawled out on the living room
sofa.  Then Mel's voice made it very clear that Betsy was masturbating. 
"Holy, sweet shit...  look at that.  She's doing it...  actually doing it,"
he said loud enough so it was recorded by the camera.  "Susie, honey! 
You're really making her masturbate...  so we can all watch."

   Betsy quickly hit the FF button again, as it was too horrible to watch
every detail.  When she hit the play button again, the movie depicted a
naked Betsy staring straight up at the camera.  Mel was recording his own
blowjob and he had the camera pointed straight downward.  Although Betsy
suspected what the movie scenes would show, she kept it in play mode.  Her
right hand was stroking Mel's rod, which was not even fully hard, and her
face was tilted backwards just enough so that the lens caught her entire
face.

   Even though her eyes were glazed, no one would be able to tell she was
not fully enjoying the blowjob.  The head of Mel's prick was buried in her
mouth and she appeared to be sucking it.  Mel was in his glory.  "Take it
out...  rub my fucking cock all over your face," he whispered making sure
everything was caught on tape.  "That's it baby.  Suck it again and get me
real hard.  I want to blow my fucking load down your throat, honey."

   Betsy resisted the urge to hit the FF button and she kept watching the
devastating scenes of her sitting on the floor with Mel's cock in her face.
He fucked her mouth and rammed his cock into her throat making Betsy choke
and cough like mad.  Betsy could tell it would be hard for anyone watching
the porno movie to determine her actions were not legitimate.  She noticed
a stoic expression on her face, but it would be almost impossible for
someone to notice that she had been sedated.

   All of a sudden gobs of white cream came out the corner of her mouth and
the television speakers erupted in loud cheers.  The filthy man filled her
mouth with searing cum and she winced, as Mel made sure the camera caught
the scene.  Suddenly he deliberately pulled his spurting cock out of her
mouth and rubbed it all over her face.  When Mel slapped her face with his
prick, all of the men yelled their approval.

   Abruptly Mel tilted the camera and her heart stopped.  It showed her on
hands and knees with one of the big, black men behind her.  He was on his
knees and had his engorged cock in his fist, which was aimed straight at
her backside.  The camera was unable to catch the actual penetration, but
Betsy could tell when that happened.  Her head shot up and her eyes, which
were merely half open, were suddenly open wide.

   Her ass-end jumped in the air the then the man grabbed her velvety,
flared hips with his big hands.  She noticed the man squeeze her waist real
hard and then pull with all his might.  Her white ass pounded backwards and
slapped against the man's midsection, as all the air came out of her chest.
Her eyes bulged out in obvious, extreme agony and Betsy would never forget
the demoralizing scene.

   The next part of the movie would always haunt her.  Mel moved the camera
again and focused on her winching face.  He was proud of the leftover cum
still on her face and much to Betsy's dismay, there was some of the white
juice in her hair.  Somehow Mel used his free hand to hold her head in
place, as he rubbed his balls across her cheek.

   All of a sudden Betsy had to hit the FF so she didn't have to see her
great humiliation.  She skipped forward a few times and each time she
stopped the tape to play it again, a scene of her being screwed flashed on
the screen.  First it was one of the black businessmen, then the other who
was followed by Ted.  She was outstretched on the floor when Ted had
intercourse with her and Betsy noticed her feeble efforts to stop the men.

   Suddenly the scene shifted to her boyfriend.  Before she could hit a
button on the VCR, it showed Thomas having sex with Susan.  She went from
being distraught and anxious to being extremely angry.  Betsy watched Susan
squirming wildly under Thomas' rugged torso and then to her utter horror,
the woman motioned directly at the camera.  The gestures were meant for
only one person in the room and soon the zombie rolled over to Susan.

   Betsy couldn't believe any tranquilizer could make her obey so readily.
Without a protest or putting up any fuss, she lay motionless beside the
couple as they screwed.  She was mostly likely not even aware that the
climaxes were over when Susan shouted orders at her.  Betsy watched the
movie unable to believe that any drug or sedative could wipe out her entire
memory of that fateful night.

   All of a sudden Susan grabbed her by the hair.  She yanked Betsy around
until her head was almost touching her crotch.  In no time Betsy's face was
buried in Susan's pussy and it was very obvious the woman was in complete
control.  Betsy stared at the scene noticing how her body was prone and
between the woman's splayed legs.  "Eat me honey.  Eat your boyfriend's cum
out of my cunt," she moaned making sure the microphone caught every word.
"That's it...  eat me!  Keep your tongue right there...  right on my little
clitty."

   Then Susan lifted the head out of her crotch and let the camera focus on
all the slimy cum on Betsy's pretty face.  After she was sure everything
was caught on tape, she shoved Betsy's face back into her juicy snatch. 
Susan tightened her grip on the hair and wiped Betsy's face back and forth
through her open pussy.

   Betsy was despondent and ready to hit the FF again.  She reached out but
just then the camera started jerking and everything went out of focus.  At
first Betsy thought that her turmoil had ended but she was sadly mistaken.
Suddenly Mel's squeaky voice came over the speakers.  "Here!  You record
the rest.  Make sure to capture her eating Susan out...  making her cum all
over her face," Mel whispered.  "I'm going to christen that beautiful ass.
But first...  I want to mark her...  so everyone knows she's a slut."

   The camera eventually steadied, as one of the other men took over
recording Betsy's demise.  The scene continued with Betsy's face buried
deep into Susan's soaked pussy.  "Taste it.  Can you taste it?" Betsy
couldn't believe her eyes and ears.  She watched Mel use what looked like a
felt pen on her twisting torso.  Suddenly she took a closer look at the
screen and noticed many dark, red marks already decorating her white flesh.

   Abruptly Mel was crouching at her feet and he sternly lifted her up by
the hips.  He propped Betsy on her knees and ogled her behind like the
creepy man he was.  Then he got right behind her and boasted to all his
buddies.  "Watch this.  Watch me plant my fucking rod in her ass.  I'll
show the beauty queen that she's nothing but a whore," he hissed extracting
the revenge he sought for a long time.  "Let's see if she's too fucking
good for me now."

   Betsy couldn't stand to watch any more.  She quickly rewound the tape
and left her apartment in a hurry, trying to get back to Thomas' before he
or Susan got there.  There were no cars in the driveway so Betsy breathed a
sigh of relief.  She rushed into the house and put the tape back in the
shoebox before either of them discovered she had found out their secret. 
There were no tears when she left and vowed that her love affair was over.

   ***

   The Christmas holidays were the hardest time for Betsy.  It was a week
of knowing her relationship was over, but not having the courage to end it
when she found the tape.  Christmas came and Thomas cooked a great meal for
the three roomies, which seemed like the 'Last Supper' to Betsy.  Looking
back on their relationship, she probably missed Thomas' cooking and
entertaining skills more than anything else.

   They exchanged presents and to this day Betsy didn't know why she had
one more night of sex with Thomas.  She reasoned it must have been because
of the Christmas season and she felt so festive.  By Boxing Day, she was
ready and just waited for the right opportunity to end the relationship. 
She had removed most of her clothes and things a little at a time, so as
not to create suspicion, and all that was left at Thomas' were a few
clothes and her toiletries.

   Betsy remembered how Thomas wanted to end the year with a flourish.  He
arranged a party for the Friday after Christmas and invited his usual
guests, which were the same ones from that fateful gangbang night.  Betsy
knew the time had come when his guests started showing up.  Mel, the
pervert, entered the house and Betsy couldn't hide her emotions any longer.

   Being the type of woman who always wore her heart on her sleeve, Thomas
immediately recognized Betsy was aloof and not her normal, pleasant self.
He noticed Betsy acting strangely during the holidays and suddenly he
suspected the worst.  She was putting the last few items in a suitcase when
Thomas entered the bedroom.  Betsy didn't have to say a word.  She had
already retrieved the tape from Susan's bedroom and she handed it to him.

   When Betsy walked by Thomas on the way out of the room for the last
time, she paused in front of him.  Before she could say a word, he said he
was sorry but...  it was, too little, too late.  Her response was simply a
whisper but it carried a tone of absolution.  "Don't call me!"

   Three days later Betsy was in New Orleans with her dad.  Probably her
best friend ever was there, as well, and that was when she finally cried on
Doris' shoulder.  Betsy vowed not to reveal what happened during the last
three days in this chapter of her life, but she would save that for the
next chapter.

   ***New Orleans and Doris.

   It was time to move ahead to the next chapter.  Betsy lapsed into the
perfect visualization mode once again and then the images of her life
appeared on her darkened eyelids.  Her stormy romance with Thomas was over
but Betsy was glad in a way.  Although she fell in love with him at first,
things started to turn sour when he brought Susan into the relationship. 
But it was time to move on and suddenly Betsy felt her tummy quivering from
the realization that the next life chapter was devoted to Doris.

   When Betsy returned to New Orleans after the breakup with Thomas, she
relished the chance to be with her family again.  Even though it was a
season of joy and happiness, Betsy was having a hard time feeling that way.
She had been back for a day with her dad when Doris showed up.  She was
like a sister to Betsy, as her dad had raised Doris from the time she lost
her parents in an auto accident when she was ten.

   Betsy and Doris were practically closer than sisters, as they never
fought like siblings did.  When Doris showed up at the door the day before
New Years, Betsy fell into her welcoming arms.  All of a sudden everything
was alright and Betsy felt like she could move on with her life.  The two
women rushed off to a secluded part of the house and it took hours for them
to rehash the last year or two of their lives.

   When Betsy got to her relationship with Thomas and how it ended, she
finally broke down.  She cried her eyes out that day, and all the while,
she was in the arms of someone she loved.  Doris comforted her like a
sister and held her like a lover.  Once the storytelling was over, the two
were ready to celebrate the New Year in style.  They partied with some of
their old school friends and acquaintances, and both Betsy and Doris hated
when it came time to resume a regular life after the holidays.

   Doris lived in a city a few hours away and she went back to work the
Monday following New Years Day.  Betsy made what seemed like a rash
decision at the time, but she decided to stay in New Orleans.  She put out
job applications but something didn't seem comfortable with it all.

   ***

   Doris lived in a newer condo and she was thrilled when Betsy called. 
"She's coming to stay...  live with us.  Oh Bingo!  I can hardly wait... 
I've missed her so much," Doris said to her faithful pet dog.  "I've
invited her to live here and she said yes.  I'm so happy."

   Doris lived alone except for Bingo who she adopted from the humane
society.  She got him the day of her first modeling breakthrough and
therefore the name Bingo.  Doris quickly became a professional model and
her career took off once people realized her great charisma.  Her job meant
she was on the road quite often and she had considered getting a roommate
for a couple of years before Betsy called.  Doris didn't like putting Bingo
in an animal shelter when she was out of town and having her dear friend
live with her was perfect.

   Bingo was about four years old at the time and he was a very big dog. 
Probably bigger than a single woman living alone should have but he
afforded Doris more safety and security than any alarm system.  She made
sure Bingo was well trained by having him attend numerous obedient training
sessions and he never left her side when she was home.  He slept in her
bedroom and Doris devoted one potion of the room to his comfort.

   Betsy remembered how readily Bingo accepted her into the house.  She
moved into Doris' spare bedroom and even managed to find a job at the local
college.  Doris taught her the commands that Bingo understood and he
quickly considered both women as his masters.  Doris even ensured his bed
and play toys were moved to Betsy's room when she had to go out of town for
a modeling job.

   Thinking back on it, Betsy was amazed at how she was so much like Doris.
They seemed to know what the other was thinking even without saying a word
to each other.  She had been living in the house for a couple of months
before Doris questioned her for more details about the reasons for her
breakup with Thomas.  Doris could tell in New Orleans that she was very
upset with the breakup but didn't want to press the issue until the proper
time.  Funny, Betsy thought, how Doris seemed to know when to do things or
approach delicate subjects.

   When Doris asked, Betsy knew it was time.  Holding things inside only
made matters worse so she confided completely in her dearest friend. 
Strange Betsy thought, as she looked back on that day, but after she told
Doris everything, they seemed to grow emotionally closer to each other. 
Betsy wanted to setup that eventful night and describe it perfectly in her
dream.  She wanted the life chapter to be explicit and to be exactly how it
unfolded in her past.

   Betsy had her own room after she moved in but on most nights, they slept
in Doris' room.  They had sex many of the nights but suddenly Betsy
realized she was falling in love with Doris.  When she told Doris about her
feelings, she said it was about time, which made Betsy laugh.  Then she
popped the question.  "Tell me about Thomas.  Why did you two breakup,"
Doris asked.  "I know it was rough.  I could feel your pain when you moved
in."

   Luckily Doris had picked the right night for the enlightenment.  It was
a Friday and neither worked the next day so the amount of sleep they got
was totally irrelevant.  Betsy remembered how she cried when all of the
details finally came out.  She told her about Thomas, Debbie and Susan. 
She explained some of the more dramatic events and then told Doris about
the final blow.  "He made me join his party.  It was supposed to be a
celebration...  a frickin' celebration with some of his business
associates. The bastard had everything planned out," she whispered.

   Betsy's eyes were filled with tears and she sobbed during her
explanation.  "And I thought I loved him.  Thought I would do anything for
him," she moaned.  "Then I found out what a devious, two-timing bastard he
is."

   Doris hugged and caressed her crying friend.  "I know...  I know."

   "The party started and at first everything was okay.  There was only
Susan, Ted, Mel, another couple of guys and us two," she whispered. 
"That's when the bitch must have spiked my drink.  Honest!  I don't
remember a thing after drinking whatever she gave me."

   Betsy remembered how she sobbed out of control and how Doris tried her
best to comfort and show her love.

   "I don't remember anything that happened after that.  Thomas must have
let them do anything they wanted to me...  then I woke up in my own bed. 
Not a stitch of clothes on...  and marks all over my body," Betsy sobbed.
"And my body hurt.  Hurt all over...  even down there."

   Doris continued to hug and hold her, knowing that Betsy would feel
better once her confession was out.

   "I could tell that I had sex.  Like I said...  my body hurt all over. 
And especially my pussy...  and...  oh gawd, my ass," she said with her
voice breaking.  "I put my hand down there...  and felt lots of stuff still
leaking from inside of me."

   Then Doris kissed her and caressed her all over.

   "I looked at myself in the mirror.  There were dark, red hickies all
over my boobs.  A big, red one...  right beside my nipple.  Gawd, you can't
imagine how awful my breasts looked...  covered with hickies," she
whispered.  "Then you should have seen what else they did."

   Doris could tell the story was getting more sadistic and upsetting so
she tried harder to show Betsy compassion.

   "They used a felt pen to write on me.  Someone...  that creep, Mel,
wrote, 'fuck me here.' And the bastard drew a big arrow pointing right at
my pussy," she moaned.  "And when I turned around...  he wrote on my back,
too.  'Fuck my ass,' with an arrow pointing to the crack of my ass."

   The story was broken for some time, as the two women hugged and kissed.
There was no completion or actual lovemaking but merely tender caresses to
show how much they loved each other.

   When Betsy continued, she had regained her composure.  "I found out
exactly what they did to me.  You see...  everything was taped.  That bitch
taped the whole fucking thing...  or she had that fucking creep do it," she
said.  "You see...  I found the tape and managed to look at it."

   The end was near so Betsy rushed to finish the story before she broke
down again.  "When I told Thomas we were through, I shoved the tape in his
face and left," she whispered.  "I thought that was the end of it...  but
it wasn't.  That fucking bitch showed up at my apartment with a copy of the
tape."

   After another short pause, Betsy continued.  "Susan showed up at my door
and waved the tape in my face...  and she wasn't alone.  There was a big
black man with her and he scared the hell out of me.  He looked like one of
those football players who plays for the Saints."

   Doris held her hands and encouraged Betsy to continue.

   "I didn't know what else to do.  She threatened me...  warned me that if
I didn't cooperate she would show the tape to every school board member in
the state," Betsy explained.  "She blackmailed me into having sex with
him...  and that's not all."

   Doris could tell Betsy was upset again and she encouraged her to get rid
of it all.  "Tell me.  You'll feel better once you tell someone.  I love
you...  so tell me."

   "That bitch...  whore.  She pulled my hair out...  pulled so hard I'm
sure she tried to scalp me.  The black bastard was fucking me and then she
ordered me to climax...  cum all over his black prick, or else," Betsy
cried.  "I've never seen such mean eyes.  She stared at me and ordered me
to do it...  or she would show the tape to everyone."

   Doris couldn't tolerate to listen anymore.  It would have been too
ominous to hear that her best friend had succumbed to blackmail and
experienced an unwanted orgasm with a stranger.  Then Doris wondered what
she would have done in the same circumstances.  She shivered realizing that
she, too, would have surrendered her soul to the devil.

   When Doris asked her if she still had the video, Betsy had to admit that
she had it hidden in her room.  Betsy thought her friend was going to watch
it but she was utterly surprised when Betsy destroyed the tape.  Doris
stretched and mangled the actual tape so it was no longer usable.

   Betsy's couldn't remember feeling more passion or love towards anyone
when Doris whispered, "a new day.  Forget the past.  Lets make it a new
day." Her heart melted and suddenly new horizons appeared.  Then they made
love.  Doris was very, very good and in no time Betsy was thoroughly
drained.

   In the morning Betsy was the first to rise.  She looked at her sleeping
beauty with her naked body only partially covered by a sheet.  Betsy
wondered if she should wake Doris and suddenly she threw caution to the
wind.  Although she had been with other women, even touched and caressed
them, but she never felt comfortable performing cunnilingus on a woman.

   Betsy chuckled remembering how it happened.  She climbed back into bed
with Doris and it seemed natural to fondle Doris' naked body.  About
fifteen minutes later, she stopped and asked Doris if she was doing it
right.  Doris merely smiled and whispered, "go with the response you get."
So that was how Betsy remembered the first time she went down on the woman
of her dreams.

   ***Playacting...  or not?

   There was one extremely memorable event that happened during her
relationship with Doris.  At the time Betsy thought she was being smart and
doing something pleasurable to her dearest friend.  It happened in the
middle of the night.  She had gotten home late from doing student
interviews at the college and immediately got ready for bed.  Just as she
was about to get into bed, she felt thirsty.  When she walked past the open
door to Doris' bedroom, she noticed her sleeping soundly.

   Betsy felt a sudden need to explain their relationship.  Her life story
was beginning one of the best chapters and she wanted everything explained
so readers would understand what she was going through at the time.  Doris
and her had grown very close.  Although they each called it love, their
emotions were more like a sisterly affection where they considered the
other a soul mate rather than an actual life partner.  Betsy felt she could
confide in Doris and vise versa.  They did sleep together on many occasions
but not on nights when one went to bed before the other because of work
commitments.

   They each felt the appreciation for having someone who was always there
when they needed compassion or comfort.  Each woman still held out that
hope for finding the perfect husband and Betsy and Doris saw nothing wrong
with having an intimate relationship.  On this particular night, Betsy went
to the kitchen for a drink of water and things eventually turned into a
most memorable experience.

   Betsy was quenching her thirst when she noticed a strange box sitting on
the kitchen counter.  She nonchalantly walked over and peeked in the
mystery box, gasping out loud at the contents.  Slowly and almost too
afraid to do it, Betsy reached in the box and pulled out an ominous looking
strap-on dildo.  Then she remembered how she and Doris had been downtown
the other day.  They visited a sex shop and found a big, black dildo but
the store didn't have one in stock.  Betsy reasoned this was the one they
ordered and it came in the mail.

   Betsy couldn't remember whether it was her or Doris who dared the other
to buy the colorful dildo.  The adventure seemed funny at the time but all
of a sudden it seemed oddly tempting.  Then she remembered being hit with a
flash of inspiration.  Betsy's hands shook so bad it was hard to strap the
overly lengthy dildo onto her hips.

   Her fantasy that day was innocent and extremely vivid.  She slinked into
Doris' bedroom and decided to play the part of, 'break-in person.' Doris
was lying on her side and Betsy swiftly slipped under the blankets.  She
rubbed against the sleeping woman and before Doris could move, she spoke
into her ear.  "I'm going to rape you.  Fuck your little, white cunt,"
Betsy hissed.

   Then she licked and kissed the side of Doris' face.  "Feel my big... 
black...  cock?  It's going to rip your white cunt apart," Betsy whispered.
"Spread your legs.  Show me what a slut you are."

   Then Betsy grabbed her by the hair.  She pulled Doris' head backwards
but wouldn't let her see who was behind her.  Even though it was just a
game, Betsy wanted everything to be realistic.  It would not be until much
later when she would find out that her actions exposed a demon that Doris
had carried inside for many months.

   Betsy was hornier than ever at the time.  She acted rougher than
intended and yanked on Doris' hair showing her that she was serious.  "I
said spread'em...  spread your legs."

   Doris let out whimpers and acted the part of a victim.  She lifted her
leg and let the rapist have their way.  She felt the bulbous head push into
her wetness and prayed her juices would lubricate the dildo so it wouldn't
hurt.  Suddenly the rapist jerked the big penis against her vulnerable
pussy.  Even though she knew it was only make believe, her heartbeat raced
out of control.

   "Raise your leg higher...  higher."

   "No...  dear God, no.  You're hurting me."

   "Shut your mouth.  Feel it?  Can you feel my cock?"

   "Oh God...  please don't.  Don't put it inside...  please, no."

   "There!  It's in, baby.  Inside your slutty cunt."

   "No...  no...  no.  Please don't."

   "Cry baby...  go ahead, cry."

   And Doris did cry but it would be hours later before Betsy would realize
the implications of her actions.

   Then Betsy rolled the crying woman onto her belly.  The oversized dildo
was plenty long enough to remain embedded.  Betsy pushed Doris' long,
slender legs apart and made sure they were splayed to the widest reaches.
Then Betsy arched her back and fucked Doris like a true rapist but being
careful not to physically hurt her dear friend.

   Betsy was having trouble making her climax so she leaned forward so that
she lay on top of Doris' back.  She reached her arm around and under Doris'
hips and found the key to success.  Her fingers closed on the throbbing
clitoris and pinched the tiny bud until she heard a dire moan.  Then she
squeezed a little harder and twisted the clit around and around.  Betsy
couldn't move or pump the giant dildo but there was no need for further
stimulation.  Her skilled fingers robbed the last shred of decency and
Doris' orgasm flowed freely from her inner sanctuary.

   Doris played the part of a beaten victim perfectly because she felt like
one.  When the final tremors of the orgasm finally subsided, both women
fell asleep.  The erotic encounter was exhausting and neither woman woke up
until the sun was high in the sky.

   ***A demon in the morning.

   Betsy's dream of her life story was about to take a frightening twist.
In the morning, Doris was the first to wake.  She whispered for Betsy to
turn over, as she wanted to snuggle.  On her side and being snuggled by a
lover from behind was Betsy's most cherished position.  They cuddled for a
few minutes and then Doris took command.  She innocently rolled Betsy onto
her stomach so that she could sit on the small of her back.  Doris grabbed
Betsy's left arm and pulled it behind and pushed it up her back.

   It was one of those famous wrestling holds, which renders a person
totally helpless.  Betsy felt that way.  Suddenly Doris shifted her body so
that she was lying beside her but still holding her arm severely bent. 
When Doris started spanking her, Betsy thought it was a practical joke.

   This part of her life story was not going to be easy to tell.  Betsy had
never been spanked in her life and especially not as severely as the one
Doris administered.  Her ass was on fire and Betsy was positive the
spanking was going to leave permanent marks.  Then it got even worse. 
"Open your legs.  I'm not done spanking you yet," Doris whispered in her
ear.

   Betsy quickly spread her legs hoping Doris would stop spanking her ass.
All of a sudden she was confused.  Doris aimed slaps on her ass plus
between her legs.  The aim was perfect as Doris' fingers rained blow after
blow directly on the exposed pussy.  Betsy heard the loud slaps and they
sounded wet when Doris spanked her between her splayed thighs.  She could
not remember her precious labia ever being so puffy or so inflamed.

   Abruptly Doris leaned down and put her lips next to her ear.  "Are you
ready...  ready for a proper rape?"

   Then she spanked again.  Betsy was afraid to fight or struggle too much
just in case the spanking got worse.  When Doris shifted her body again and
slithered between her wide-spread legs, Betsy merely shivered in defeat. 
Suddenly Betsy realized her best friend was wearing the strap-on as Doris
was rubbing the big, rubber dick all over her backside.  She felt the dildo
being rubbed on her butt, along her thighs, and then between her legs.

   "Where do you want it...  slut?"

   Betsy couldn't believe what was happening.  Suddenly she jerked as the
threatening cock was forced through her wet opening.

   "You don't know what rape is.  Now you will find out!"

   Then Doris thrust her hips and she guided the end of the menacing cock
to the exposed crotch.  "Are you ready for a real rape?" Doris pushed a
little harder and kept the tip of the dildo directly on Betsy's quivering
asshole.  "Where do you want it?"

   Betsy had never heard Doris talk this way.  She remembered crying out
loud and begging her to use her cunt...  not her ass.  All of a sudden she
was being raped.  Doris lay on top of her and she was a madwoman.  The
loosely strapped-on cock was slapping against Doris' pelvis and she pumped
her hips up and down at a furious rate.

   Betsy's memory was clear and very accurate.  She cried and then Doris
grabbed her hair, pulling so hard it hurt.  "Get on your knees.  It's your
favorite fuck position...  isn't it slut?  Now it's time to get raped,"
Doris hissed.

   It must have been a pretty picture, Betsy reasoned as she dreamed of
that eventful morning.  Doris jerked her hair hard, forcing Betsy to arch
her back very severely.  This pointed her vulnerable pussy right at the big
dildo and Doris made her pay.

   Doris thrust her hips forward with all her strength.  She embedded the
lengthy cock and pulled back on Betsy's hair, ensuring the ultimate demise
of her rape victim.  Betsy remembered the name-calling and how Doris kept
spanking her upturned ass the whole time.  It seemed utterly impossible to
achieve any satisfaction or pleasure from the savage attach but suddenly a
familiar spasm rocked her beaten body.

   Doris was no fool.  Betsy's arms gave away and her upper body slumped
onto the mattress.  Her crotch remained properly positioned high in the air
and Doris finished her perverted scheme.  "Shove you thumb in your mouth...
suck it.  Suck your tiny penis and make it cum...  in your mouth," Doris
screamed.

   She slammed the cock deeper and forced Betsy's knees off the sheets. 
"Suck it...  suck that tiny cock!"

   Betsy didn't remember where it started.  The enormous orgasm may have
started in her mouth, as she sucked her penis-thumb; or started in her
boobs, as they scraped across the sheets; or started in her stomach, which
was filled with the giant dildo.  It was the orgasm of her life and spread
through her entire body like a warm flush of embarrassment.

   The next thing Betsy remembered was Doris shoving the juice-covered cock
into her mouth.  She had taken off the dildo and forced Betsy to suck on
it. Doris was crying at the time and Betsy was surprised and shocked by the
sudden outburst.  She watched her friend get off the bed and crouch next to
her beloved pet whose bed was only feet away.  Doris petted Bingo and even
hugged his big head with a show of great emotion.

   It was a defining moment in their relationship.  Doris was sitting
beside Bingo, talking to the dog but really talking to Betsy.  All of a
sudden Betsy realized that her friend had been raped and the play-acting
last night brought back the horrible memory.

   "It happened in Paris.  I had just started modeling.  After an afternoon
photo session, I went back to my hotel.  Two guys somehow got into my
room...  and they raped me.  Oh God, it was awful.  First the one guy... 
and then the other!  They gagged me so I couldn't scream...  and they raped
me!"

   Betsy could tell Doris was desperately trying to rid herself of the
ghastly demon.  She remained silent and let her friend continue.  "The one
guy...  he came inside of me and laughed out loud when I cried.  Then he
pulled it out and rubbed it clean all over my breasts.  Then the second guy
filled me with his filthy cum.  It got worse when he ripped off the gag and
forced me to suck his cock.  Oh God, I threw up when he shoved it down my
throat.  That didn't even bother them.  The bastards made me suck their
cocks...  until they got hard again.  Oh God...  I can still see it all. 
One of them forced me to suck him off...  forced me to give him a blowjob.
And he made me swallow all of his rotten cum.  Then the other guy...  oh
God, it was awful.  He and his buddy rolled me over and he...  he...  he
fucked my ass!"

   Betsy remained quiet and gave Doris time to gain her composure.  It was
the longest story yet it took measly minutes to tell.  "I didn't dare tell
anyone.  It would have ruined everything...  destroyed my modeling career.
So I kept quiet...  until now," Doris whispered.  "What you did.  What we
did brought it all back...  but that was a good thing."

   Betsy would always remember what happened next.  Doris slowly got to her
feet and they merely looked at each other.  She stared at Doris with
pleading, sorrowful eyes and tried hard to say sorry.  Suddenly Doris
reached out her hand indicating everything was okay.  "I love you. 
Please...  let's have a shower.  Get rid of all the filth...  and turn the
page," Doris whispered.

   Doris smiled at Betsy and both women knew what the other was thinking.
There was no need for talk but tender actions were the way to convey their
loving emotions.  Doris' shower was huge, with three heads.  They embraced
when they got under the water and stood hugging each other for the longest
time.  It seemed the confession and now the hot water washed all the demons
away.  They showered; they cried, and they laughed.  Finally Betsy and
Doris understood what loving another person was all about.

   ***Betsy discovers a secret.

   One day for a reason she couldn't recall, Betsy came home early.  Doris'
car was in the driveway, which struck her as odd because she was never home
before five in the afternoon.  The house was quiet and Betsy assumed her
dear friend had come home early because she wasn't feeling good.  Without
much care or concern, she poured herself a glass of wine and headed
upstairs to find Doris.

   As she got close to Doris' room, she heard what sounded like noises of a
serious sexual encounter.  Doris never brought men home with her and Betsy
wondered why she had this time.  The curiosity got the best of her and
slowly she crept to the open door of Doris' bedroom.  Her heart beat so
fast she was afraid it would be heard inside the room but then she found
the strength to peak into the doorway.

   If Betsy thought her heart was beating fast before, it raced out of
control when she looked into the room.  Doris was on her hands and knees
beside the bed with her head and shoulders spread across the messed-up bed.
Bingo was behind her naked body and drilling her with a beastlike fashion
Betsy had never seen before.  There was a towel on the floor and Bingo was
wearing some kind of white socks on his front paws.

   Betsy was frozen to the spot.  Petrified and unable to move, she was
deathly afraid her friend would notice her standing in the doorway.  Her
mind went crazy trying to find answers for what she was watching but then
she found the courage to move.  Quickly she shifted back from the open
doorway and collapsed with her back against the wall.  Betsy put her hand
over her left breast and she was positive her heart was going to explode.

   It took a few moments before her legs worked again but then she slowly
stumbled down the stairs.  She went into the kitchen and finished off her
glass of wine in one big gulp.  Then she refilled the glass and sipped it
this time, reflecting on what she had just witnessed.  Betsy wondered what
she should do but eventually she just sat in the kitchen drinking wine.

   About 30 minutes later Doris came into the room wearing a robe and she
appeared to have just taken a shower.  She acted like nothing had happened
and went directly to the laundry room to put the towel and socks in the
washing machine.  Then Doris returned to the kitchen table and Betsy could
tell her friend would love a glass of wine.  She poured Doris a glass and
refilled her own without a word being spoken.

   Suddenly their eyes met and then nothing else mattered.  Betsy felt a
warm, tender flush wash over her body and she knew Doris loved her.  "Get
changed.  Change your clothes.  We are going to take Bingo to the park,"
Doris whispered staring deeply into Betsy's bewildered eyes.  "I always
take Bingo to the park after he has been a good boy."

   Betsy fretted about whether Doris knew.  'Oh, gawd, she knows.  She
knows I saw her with Bingo,' Betsy thought.  Then she shrugged off the
awful thought and decided that Doris didn't mean anything incriminating by
her request.

   Both women went upstairs to their rooms and changed.  Betsy could hear
Bingo prancing around the hallway trying to encourage his mistress to hurry
up.  He loved going for walks and nothing was better than going with the
two females that reeked of animal sex.  First Bingo poked his nose inside
Doris' room knowing she would do anything for him.  His belly fluttered
thinking of how he loved making her his bitch and he could still smell her
in the air.

   Then he pranced down the hall to the closed door.  He put his nose to
the door and he felt that familiar tingling in his balls when he imagined a
willing bitch.  He sniffed the air and wagged his tail at that most
familiar smell.  Suddenly the door opened and there she was.  The bitch
promised to him by his loyal master.  When Betsy reached out and petted his
thick fur, Bingo was in doggie heaven.

   He rubbed against Betsy trying to show her how fond he was of her.  Then
his master appeared.  She snapped a leash to his collar and off they went
to the park, which was only a short distance away.  It was a gorgeous day
with the sun shinny and not a hint of a cloud in the sky.  For the first
thirty minutes, his masters threw a ball and he did everything to show them
he was a great retriever.

   Doris and Betsy talked about the weather, about work and about
everything in general.  One would throw the ball for him to fetch, and then
the other would toss it.  Suddenly Bingo returned the ball and dropped it
into Betsy's lap, as she sat on the plush grass talking to Doris.

   It was one of those predefined moments in a person's life when Betsy
looked at her dear friend.  Their eyes met and Betsy merely murmured,
"yes!"

   Doris whispered softly, "I love you." Then she stood up and reached out
her giving hand.  That was the way it was with them, as both Betsy and
Doris knew when it was time to make love.  It was always by mutual consent
and each liked nothing more than making the other happy.

   The memory was so vivid that even today her stomach quivered.  Betsy had
been in a trance that day and she was willing to give Doris whatever she
wanted.  When she took her girlfriends hand, she assumed they would have
sex like they always did.  Looking back on it, she realized that Doris had
other plans.  Betsy lay on the bed dreaming and not having any regrets for
what actually transpired that eventful day.

   The walk back to the condo took forever and all the way Betsy watched
the most beautiful woman.  Bingo acted very excited and at the time Betsy
wondered why the dog was getting so worked up.  They entered the house in
quiet and once the front door closed, Doris walked immediately up the long
set of stairs.  Betsy watched every sway and movement of Doris' luscious
hips from behind and she didn't move until her friend was at the top of the
stairs.

   There was that defining moment when Doris stopped dead and waited.  In
complete silence, she waited until she heard the soft footsteps reach the
top stair.  Then Doris continued into her bedroom and waited again.

   Betsy grinned thinking of how naïve and unsuspecting she was at the time
and then she let her dream continue.  Once she entered the bedroom, Doris
went directly to the bathroom and started the shower.  At the time, Betsy
was on another planet and she merely thought out loud.  "Oh goodie!  We
will do like we always do," she whispered.  "We'll have a shower...  then
make mad, passionate love."

   When the water was hot and steam filled the big enclosure, Doris
beckoned for Betsy.  "Come my love.  Let's shower...  then you can make
your master happy," she whispered.  The most devilish grin on her pretty
face went unnoticed by Betsy at the time but now she saw it clearly in her
flashback.

   Betsy watched her life story unfold.  She quickly stripped and almost
ran to the shower.  She couldn't take her eyes off Doris's beautiful face
and did sort of wonder if something was out of the ordinary.  Then the
water hit and there was nothing else to do but shower.  Each woman had a
bar of fragrant soap and used it on the other.  They liked having showers
together, as it gave them each a big thrill rubbing and freely caressing
the other's sexy body.  Something seemed even sweeter and better that day,
as the fondling and uninhibited groping got both women overly aroused in no
time.

   Betsy was glad when the shower was finished, as it meant they would rush
to the bed and make love.  Suddenly Doris stopped her.  She carefully
dabbed the soft towel over her body and then motioned for Betsy to stand
still.  Doris reached for a convenient container of powder on the vanity
and began covering Betsy's naked torso with talcum powder.  Then she
grabbed a bottle of her favorite perfume and dabbed it on Betsy's neck and
chest.

   "Yes my love.  You get to make your master happy," she whispered again,
putting her lips next to Betsy's ear.  Then Doris rained tender kisses on
her neck and the side of her suddenly flushed face.

   Eventually Doris took her by the hand and sort of led Betsy out of the
bathroom and into the large bedroom.  Suddenly Betsy noticed something
different about the room.  She looked beside the bed and there was Bingo
lying on a large makeshift bed.  Betsy was speechless when Doris let go of
her hand and quickly walked over to the dresser.  She picked something up
and returned to her stunned friend.

   Doris stood right in front of Betsy and slowly opened the clasp of a
leather collar.  She reached for Betsy and slipped the dog collar around
her neck without one bit of resistance from her trembling friend.

   Betsy's heart beat so fast that she could hardly breath.  Her mind
pondered what was happening and suddenly she realized that Doris must have
seen her earlier.  She stared into the sky, blue eyes of her lover and knew
everything was going to be alright.

   All of a sudden she noticed Doris's lips moving and then she heard
sound. "Bingo.  Bingo...  here Bingo.  Come and taste your new bitch,"
Doris whispered.  There was a warm smile on her face, as she spoke directly
to her friend.  "That's it Bingo.  Lick her!  Yes, lick her all over... 
especially there."

   The two women were within inches of each other and their hot breath
washed over the others flushed face.  Betsy felt fur behind her and then
the hot, wet stroke of a dog's tongue.  Bingo put his nose between the back
of her thighs and he knew what he was after.  It was exactly the same
smell, as his mistress, and he wanted it more than anything else.  He
licked the insides of the human's thighs and felt them shake and shiver. 
Suddenly there was just a little separation and Bingo rammed his big snout
in between the velvety thighs.

   His tongue lashed out again and then Bingo tasted the bitch's juices. 
He loved his mistress and felt determined to make sure he satisfied her
best friend.

   Doris grabbed the collar with one purpose in mind.  She jerked on the
metal ring in front and put her finger through it.  Then she led her timid
girlfriend over to Bingo's bed.  "Lay down.  On your back so Bingo can
taste your precious honey pit," she ordered.  "You haven't had an orgasm
until you have one from Bingo's loving tongue.  He's a master...  and my
dear Betsy is going to be his bitch."

   Before she could do anything, Doris was helping her into the desired
position.  Betsy was quickly forced onto her back in the center of Bingo's
big bed and Doris huddled next to her head.  "Here Bingo.  Here boy.  Show
your little doggie bitch what you can do with your tongue," she whispered
kissing Betsy's ear at the same time.  "Open your legs.  Spread them for
Bingo!"

   Betsy would never understand why she did it.  Her legs parted, as if
they were pulled apart by some mysterious fiend, and then the hungriest
demon ate her spirit.  Bingo watched the pearly legs open and then he saw
his ultimate goal.  His oversized pecker poked out of his hairy sheath and
Bingo anticipated what would happen when his mistress gave the order.

   But Bingo knew what his mistress wanted before he was allowed to mount
the bitch.  Doris' voice was almost in his ear and she encouraged him
onward.  "Bingo!  Lick...  good boy, lick." He heard it clearly and then he
obeyed with a feverish, animal lust.

   Doris put her hands on Betsy's burning cheeks and kept her mouth next to
her ear.  "You're going to be Bingo's bitch...  all night, my love.  First
his tongue...  then his doggie cock...  then his knot," she whispered.  "Oh
God, your pussy is so pink...  and his tongue.  Bingo's licking your
opening...  your entire slit.  God!  I think the tip is going inside your
hole."

   Betsy's eyes fluttered and she was unable to keep them open.  She arched
her back and appeared to thrust her hips towards Bingo.  All of a sudden a
very familiar spasm shot through her insides.  As impossible as it seemed,
Betsy contemplated what might be an approaching orgasm.  Suddenly she felt
Doris' hands between her legs and then her will to survive was destroyed.
Doris put her dainty fingers on the swollen labia and spread them to their
widest reaches.

   Bingo saw the jewel and licked it hard.  His long, course tongue started
at the puckered asshole and raked all the way up to the tuff of pussy hair.
He felt the bitch squirm and twist, as if she wanted to evade his
molestation, but he was too skillful to be put off.  Again and again he
licked the open slit and drank the most powerful aphrodisiac, which seemed
to run from the tiny hole.

   Doris sensed her dearest Betsy was on the brink but she wanted to tease
and torture.  "Hold it.  Not yet...  hold it," she whispered.  Then she
kissed the side of Betsy's burning face and licked her ear.  "Don't cum
yet. Let Bingo lick you some more."

   All of a sudden Betsy's hearing was more acute than ever and she heard
Bingo panting.  Then she realized that Doris had pre-planned everything. 
Her head was swirling out of control and for some strange reason she could
not control her hips.  They trust madly at the dog's hungry mouth and it
felt like his tongue was swirling through her inner being.

   This time when she heard Doris' horse voice, the damn broke. 
"Spread'em...  cum for Bingo.  Be his lovely little bitch." The convulsions
were too powerful to stop and she creamed like a flooding river.  Bingo
must have sensed her surrender and he increased his licking tempo to a
feverish pitch.  Suddenly Doris' fingers pinched the puffy gem and squeezed
so hard that Betsy screamed.  It frightened Bingo but Doris let her fingers
finish the ultimate climax.

   ***Faithful Betsy.

   Looking back on it, Betsy reasoned that she must have passed out.  The
orgasm flooded her brain with shame and embarrassment and she was oblivious
of anything around her.  Suddenly she felt fur tickling her backside and
realized she was about to be fucked by a dog.  In her groggy state of mind,
Doris had convinced her to get on her hands and knees and Betsy followed
her friend's orders without any reservations at the time.

   Now years later, Betsy hovered above her vivid fantasy watching
everything that happened.  The movie screen illuminated in Technicolor and
she witnessed the demise of an innocent teacher at the hands of her trusted
soul mate and her faithful pet.  Betsy remembered shaking her head trying
hard to clear the cobwebs and then she noticed how Bingo's powerful front
legs were wrapped around her slender waist.  She also noticed that his paws
were covered with the familiar white socks and suddenly her world exploded.

   Bingo's hips were a blur as he humped in a furious fashion.  Betsy felt
the pointed end of his burning rod jab her everywhere except in the most
vulnerable spot.  She felt her flesh being coated with something warm and
wet and wondered if Bingo was climaxing all over her backside.

   Her dream continued and suddenly Doris was hugging her head.  Betsy
remembered everything like it was yesterday.  How Doris loved her and how
she whispered softly.  Betsy remembered staring into those deep, blue eyes
and then it happened.  Something so hot and devastating that it robbed any
remaining bit of confidence left in her trembling body.  The hottest poker
of all time hit the mark and scorched the walls of her precious vagina.

   Bingo was a true master.  He hesitated while relishing another memorable
moment in dog years when the end of his bulging cock entered the bitch's
cavity.  Bingo remembered how the bitch howled out loud but held perfectly
still for him.  Then he bent his hind legs and lowered his haunches in
anticipation of the ultimate capture.  He heard whimpers and felt her love
box squeeze his throbbing cock just before he claimed Betsy, as his bitch.

   He thrust upwards with his powerful hind legs and felt his burning meat
slice through the wonderful bitch.  Bingo never realized that a woman,
whose heart was beating out of control and her breathing had stopped, could
not make anymore sounds.  From behind he didn't notice Betsy's mouth gaping
wide open and the stream of saliva running from the corners of her mouth.

   No dog in the world was better at knotting with a bitch.  He had held
his ball dormant for this precise moment when it slipped into the tight
opening.  Bingo felt the jaws clamp down on the far side of his ball and
then he knew it was time to knot with his bitch.  His blood surged and
immediately the knot at the base of his enlarged cock swelled into a large
ball.

   Bingo reasoned it was time.  Unable to pump or move in and out anymore,
he held his bitch helpless with his cock fully embedded in her heat
chamber. Then he let the lava jettison from his oversized reservoir, which
was overflowing with doggie cum.  His powerful front legs wrapped around
Betsy's hips and his paws stretched back between her thighs.  Bingo held
her absolutely still and filled her with his molten lava.

   As Bingo fucked his bitch, his memory flashed back to the first time
with his devoted mistress, Doris.  She was much like this one.  Doris
howled and cried so loud that at first he was unsure of her ability to
handle a real dog.  Then he remembered how everything worked out to
perfection and Doris willingly accepted his massive load of doggie cum. 
When his swollen knot eventually shrunk enough so she could get off his
still hard cock, Bingo almost died.  Doris grabbed his throbbing pecker and
she sucked it until he came again and again.  No bitch had ever done that
to him and Bingo would never forget it.

   All of a sudden he caught a glimpse of his mistress who was hugging his
present bitch.  He could tell by her warm smile that Doris was going to
reward him like she always did when he was a good boy.  Bingo tried harder
to make Doris happy.  He jerked back with his front legs pulling the
bitch's ass further into his furry belly.  Bingo's jaws opened wide and his
breathing was mere panting, as his tongue licked the side of Betsy's
flushed face.

   Doris had comforted her dearest friend the entire time.  She knew from
experience that Bingo had knotted with Betsy and it would be an eternity
before his ball would subside.  "OMG...  you are so beautiful...  so
lovely. Now you are a bitch...  just like me," Doris whispered, keeping her
voice soft and tender.  "Isn't it hot?  Hotter than any man you fucked?"

   Doris hugged Betsy.  "Holly, sweet Jesus...  you're cumming.  I can
tell...  your Bingo's bitch and cumming all over his doggie cock."

   Betsy felt her belly tightening and knew Doris was telling the truth. 
She never meant for it to happen but her juices flowed unabated, coating
the thick cock buried inside her heated volcano.  What amazed her most was
the total helplessness of the situation.  Then she heard the soft, caring
voice again.  "Good girl.  Good girl...  make your master happy," Doris
whispered.  "Bingo is a real beast.  Fucking you with his big cock... 
turning you into his bitch."

   Doris stroked her hair showing how much she cared.  "It will take
awhile. Some time before Bingo's knot shrinks...  so you can get free of
his cock.  Then my love...  you're going to suck his cock," she said. 
"Make him cum again...  in your mouth."

   Even in her complete state of dreamland, Betsy could feel the utter
shame of being turned into a willing bitch.  She never did know how many
times or how long her orgasm lasted but it seemed like an eternity.  The
memory exhausted her and she imagined how tiring it was at the time. 
Betsy's dream floated across her eyelids until Bingo's swollen cock slipped
out of her expanded pussy.  At the time she barely collapsed onto the
makeshift mattress before Doris was giving her more encouragement.  "Do it!
Take his cock...  suck it," she whispered.  "Here boy...  that's a good
boy. Move over your bitch.  Stand over her...  and put your big, doggie
cock in her face."

   Doris prodded both of her willing servants until Bingo was standing
above an outstretched Betsy.  His hind legs were on either side of Betsy's
head and the everlasting squirt gun was still squirting cum all over the
place.  In no time, Betsy's chest was covered with glistening dog cum,
which Doris rubbed into her overheated flesh.  Doris' right hand wrapped
around the far side of Bingo's still puffy ball and she squeezed hard.  She
seemed to pump and jerk the dog's cock, which emptied even more cum onto
Betsy's boobies.

   Suddenly Doris tilted the end of Bingo's cock straight into Betsy's
bewildered face.  "Open!  Open your mouth, my love.  Suck!  Suck it, or
I'll ram it down your throat."

   Betsy was dumbfounded by the request but it didn't prevent her mouth
from opening.  In a split second, Doris shoved the cock into her mouth and
Betsy couldn't believe how she had to instantly start swallowing.  Her
mouth filled with fluid and it was either swallow or choke.

   All of a sudden her dream answered a mystery that had bothered her since
that day.  Betsy remembered having another climax but she didn't fathom how
that was possible.  Now she saw how Doris' free hand did the trick.  Her
left hand swooped down into Betsy's lap and her fingers quickly surrounded
the puffy clitoris.  Doris pulled the bud out of the swollen labia and
twirled it around so fast that it made Betsy's hips dance on the soft
mattress.

   Betsy had to put her hands out and suddenly her fingers were around the
throbbing meat.  She had never felt anything so hot or so slippery.  Doris
continued squeezing the base of Bingo's weapon so hard that the cock
swelled even bigger in her right hand.  Betsy was afraid to take the cock
out of her mouth and that stemmed from her willingness to please someone.
She sucked the dark red meat like a possessed animal and then something
strange happened.  Her mouth filled with cum so fast it was almost
impossible to drink it all and she realized that Bingo was cumming in her
mouth.

   She had both hands around Bingo's cock but there was no need for her to
pump or squeeze.  Bingo's belly heaved and it was obvious what he was
doing. Betsy had no time to fret, as Doris' fingers turned her resolve into
quicksand.  She knew the dog's head was above her lower extremities and his
tongue was hanging from the corner of his gaping mouth.  Betsy felt the
large quantity of salvia dripping from Bingo's mouth but she didn't care.

   Suddenly the fuck of the century was over and Betsy pondered the rest of
the chapter of her life story.  Bingo showed his contentment by walking
over to a scatter rug near his bed and he started licking his still
throbbing pecker.  Betsy's eyes grew wide in awe, as she watched the dog
clean himself, and she was utterly amazed by the size of his doggie
privates.

   Betsy couldn't take her eyes off Bingo.  "Yes.  He's got a big one. 
Once you have been turned into his bitch...  sex won't be the same," Doris
whispered.  "From now on, my love, you can have sex with Bingo anytime.  I
can honestly say that I have never seen you so alive...  so fucking horny.
My Lord...  I didn't think you would ever stop cumming." Then Doris
chuckled, "God, what an everlasting orgasm!"

   The dream of her first encounter with Bingo was finally over.  Betsy
collapsed on the bed wanting to nap for a little while before getting up.
Just as the final scenes flashed through her mind, she giggled at what
Doris said at the end.  "You can have Bingo anytime...  as long as he is
not screwing me, my sweet lover."

   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 grateful to hear what readers
think of my stories.  Any suggestions or ideas will be much appreciated.  

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