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Hi,
 
I am attaching a repost of my story, A Journey of a Real Woman.
 
Kacey1999


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

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

   Chapter One - Betsy's Journey Begins

   Betsy would be turning 40 and she, like most women, considered the
thought very frightful.  It seemed like yesterday that she was a girl, a
young girl gaining experience in the world without any regrets or fears. 
Lately she seemed to be daydreaming more and more and it was all about her
journey through life.  In reminiscing, she was a girl trying desperately to
prove to everyone that she was a well-refined, vibrant woman.

   She loved dreaming with her eyes closed and watching the animated images
of her life pass across her darkened eyelids.  The clarity of her daydreams
was outstanding, most being stunningly alive in vivid Technicolor.  Betsy
wondered if she was different than most women and if other women visualized
their past in such detail.  Even at 39, she felt like it had taken a
lifetime to develop into a fully mature, grown woman.

   Lately Betsy seemed obsessed with fantasizing especially about some of
the lewd and erotic events that happened over the years.  Reliving the
various affairs gave her the chance to wonder if she would do things
differently.

   The weekend was ahead and it promised to be one of those rare
opportunities to be alone.  Her husband, Danny, had gone away for a weekend
business conference and he had left a couple of hours earlier.  Betsy
welcomed the alone time because it afforded her the freedom to do whatever
she wanted.  With the aspect of turning 40 just around the corner, it
seemed these days that she felt a powerful urge to dream about her past. 
Betsy questioned if she had missed something or if things should have been
different.  Did she have any regrets, she wondered?

   Betsy really looked forward to being home alone all weekend.  When Danny
first told her about his trip, she was sad, but it soon turned to elation
when she realized the freedom she would have.  She was already in a
dreamlike state of mind when she got home from work and the weekend
officially began.  Rushing upstairs to the spare bedroom, she threw herself
on the bed.  For some strange reason, Betsy had decided to use the spare
bedroom for her fantasy escapades.  Maybe using a room not shared with her
husband, she reasoned, alleviated some of the guilt feelings for acting
secretively.

   She landed on the bed letting out a big sigh of exhaustion from the long
workweek.  Lying spread-eagled on the bed with her arms stretched out over
her head, her mind immediately went into fantasyland.  Many of her memories
started right after junior high school.

   Any recollections before she was 15 or 16 were merely fleeting memories
of events.  Her father raised Betsy and she dearly missed the influence of
having a mother.  Her mother was a smoker who died when Betsy was still
very young and all Betsy remembered of her mother was that she was a very
beautiful and loving lady.

   Betsy could recall very few things that happened in those early years
and what she did remember usually consisted of simple pictures or a few
vague details.  They were nothing compared to her stimulating memories of
high school, grad school and those from her 20's and 30's, memories that
flashed through her mind like theatrical movies.

   Betsy loved the tranquil state she lapsed into whenever she was really
alone.  That was the only time she let herself drift off so that she was
oblivious of anything else around her.  She had an uncanny knack of being a
third party in her daydreams; she would dream of watching herself, as an
actress playing the role of Betsy, moving from one event to the next, from
one chapter to the next.

   ***

   Her first dream of the weekend started when she was a teenager going to
Bedford High in the mid 80's.  Betsy's plan was to fill the weekend with
chapters of her life.  Her earliest meticulous memories, which were her
teenage years, would commence the novel of her life story.  The way she
acted in chapter one and the things she did in high school laid the
foundations for the woman she was today.  Suddenly she was in a
subconscious state, hovering high above herself like an angel, watching her
life unwind.  Most people call it visualization and Betsy was very good at
it.

   All through high school, Betsy was shy and did not have many close
friends.  The group she did hang around with was of the geek category or so
all of the other students said.  Maybe Betsy's biggest mistake was not
realizing just how beautiful and sexy she was.  Her classmates called her a
'knockout', but Betsy never considered herself one.

   Her boobs were always a huge hit with the boys and Betsy remembered how
she developed at a very early age.  She quickly grew to like having her
boobs touched and often caressed them herself during masturbation.  That
reminded Betsy of two profound things from her high school days.  She loved
masturbating, as a form of mental relief, and she had wanted to just feel
like a normal person.

   Betsy yearned to be accepted like any other girl, which most likely led
her into a world of submissiveness.  It was that urge to please her friends
and to fit-in, that got her into trouble.  She cringed thinking how she
started giving blowjobs and eventually performing fellatio in front of
others.  Betsy reasoned it was peer pressure or some odd motive that doing
sexual things with others would make her feel liked and needed.

   Betsy tried to think about the very first time.  She was paired with one
of her geek friends for an assignment.  They went over to his house to work
on a physics project and after three hours of working, they paused for a
soda.  For years Betsy remembered the events as something that just
happened, but now looking back, she realized that it was planned.

   She kind of liked the boy and didn't object when they sat on the sofa to
study.  When they took the break, the boy got drinks and returned to sit
close beside her.  Before she knew it, they were kissing and the boy had
his hand in her blouse.  Having her well-developed breasts fondled and felt
by an eager teenage boy was traumatic, yet profound.  Betsy tried to get
control of things, but one thing led to another, and she found her hand
resting on the boy's cock.  She had never seen one or even touched one, so
for whatever reason, she left her hand on the obvious bulge in his pants.

   Betsy lapsed into that perfect visualization state for the rest of the
dream.  "My zipper...  pull my zipper down," the boy whispered.  "That's
it, honey...  pull it out.  Pull out my cock."

   The boy started kissing her neck and her ears, the sensations that
rushed through her suddenly seemed very heated.  Her dainty hand was on his
pecker, which seemed too hard to be real.  To this day Betsy didn't know
why she didn't move her hand from his crotch, but she kept her fingers
tightly wrapped around the throbbing shaft.

   Suddenly he had his hand on her head and pushed downward until her face
was perilously close to his meat.  "Oh my God...  that feels good, Betsy.
Keep moving your hand like that...  up and down, like that," the boy moaned
feeling his pressure mount.  "It feels good if you put your mouth on it...
put my cock in your mouth."

   Before Betsy realized what he was doing, the cock was in her mouth.  The
boy was obviously overly aroused because within moments cum spewed like a
fountain.  The hot, creamy lava surprised her but she quickly determined it
wasn't all that bad.  Once he had recovered his composure, the boy
explained that she had just given him a blowjob and that it was an
extraordinarily good one.  So when he begged her to do it again, silly
Betsy saw no reason not to make him happy.

   The end to the evening came in a hurry when the boy's parents returned
home earlier than expected.  They came into the house with the two
teenagers madly rushing to get their clothes in order.  Startled by the
discovery, she hoped they didn't realize what was going on.  Alas, the
boy's father didn't say anything to her, but he grinned knowingly at her,
which made Betsy flush with embarrassment.  After that, all the geek guys
were after Betsy.  Eventually the geek girls wanted her to be a closer
friend, which Betsy found enlightening.

   ***

   Thinking back on it, Betsy realized the word was out; she was willing to
please and would do anything to please her friends.  One of the girls who
had a steady boyfriend was the first to draw Betsy into the fold.  She used
the old line, 'show me how to do it.' The girl asked Betsy to give her
boyfriend a blowjob and she wanted to watch.  So in the basement of the
girl's home, Betsy sucked the boyfriend's cock in loyal fashion.

   When she swallowed the boy's abundant seed, the girl was overly
dramatic. "Oh gawd...  that's so erotic.  Brent...  oh my gawd...  she's
drinking your cum," the girl said.  "She's sucking your cock...  and her
tits...  holy fuck, her tits are amazing."

   Betsy shivered with the memory.  The girl had sneakily pulled Betsy's
sweater all the way up and left her tits exposed for her boyfriend.  Not
wanting to make a scene or destroy the wonderful chemistry now between her
and the teens, she allowed the boy to fondle her boobs.  Then when the girl
started begging again, Betsy felt obliged to satisfy her request.  Another
shiver shot through her entire body with the realization that she had
masturbated in front of the couple.  They expounded their utter delight for
being able to watch such a sensually, erotic event.  She remembered how
they gushed with gratification when she climaxed for their ultimate
satisfaction.

   Betsy reasoned it was how her submissive nature developed.  The next
incident happened shortly after and again it was in the girlfriend's
basement.  The girl was having a get-together with another couple from
their geek-group, and they invited Betsy for entertainment.  This time all
formality was quickly ignored and the two girls undressed Betsy much to her
dismay.  Naked, afraid and shivering, she was swiftly ordered to perform.
"We're the three heavenly angels from Bedford High and all the boys are at
our feet.  Betsy is our leader...  show us how to please the boys," one of
the girl's said.  "Look at Brent...  and Steve.  Their cocks are hard and
waiting."

   So that night, Betsy was the consummate actress.  She skillfully
demonstrated to her girlfriends how to make a boy happy by performing two
expert blowjobs.  And then the girl's begged her to do it, to masturbate.
Hence, naked and a squirming fool, Betsy experienced an orgasm in front of
her friends.  They applauded near the end, and to her utter amazement, she
tried harder to make them happy.  Betsy masturbated for her dear friends
experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm seemingly losing all of her
inhibitions.

   ***

   Naīve, Betsy was completely unaware of her newfound reputation.  Her
supposed girlfriends were the source of much gossip and they informed the
other students that Betsy willingly gave blowjobs.  Thus when one of the
school jocks asked her out on a date, Betsy was shocked but overwhelmed
that he even asked her out.  When the boy drove to lovers-lane, Betsy was
thrilled that the jock liked her enough to take her to the grooviest spot
where the in-crowd gathered.

   Looking back on it now, Betsy realized the boy had taken her out for one
reason.  That quickly became apparent when they parked, and he began
fondling her before the engine was cold.  Twenty years later it made her
grin remembering how carefully she had dressed for the date.  She wore her
prettiest blouse and a skirt she bought specially for the occasion.

   The boy started with compliments and it didn't take long before his
hands were inside her blouse.  She struggled like crazy but all to no
avail. All of a sudden the past was clear as a bell.  "Oh Betsy...  your
breasts.  God, they are so beautiful...  so sexy," the boy said.  His hands
had already unbuttoned the sheer blouse and he was trying hard to uncup her
boobs.  Then Betsy's dream got vivid and real.  Her bra was cast aside and
she sat in the boy's car completely nude above the waist.  "Holy, sweet
Jesus...  they're gorgeous.  And your nipples...  God, they're so hard."

   Betsy kept looking out the window hoping nobody was watching but that
didn't stop the boy.  After he had slobbered all over her boobs and used
his sharp teeth too roughly, the boy indicated he wanted more.  His hand
that had been trapped between her legs suddenly dipped under the hem of her
skirt.  He grabbed her thigh perilously close to her crotch and Betsy
started to panic.

   There was one fixation that all boys seemed to readily accept, which
stopped their attempts to get into a girl's panties.  Betsy used it with
her geek boyfriends and she decided to use it with her new jock-friend. 
Logic told her that the best way to survive and save her virginity was by
offering to suck the boy's cock.  Acting like the perfect girlfriend, she
unzipped his fly and took out his bulging penis.

   Betsy vividly remembered that the jock was not heavenly endowed and his
stamina was rated in seconds rather than minutes.  Her hot volcanic mouth
barely got his pecker inside before the boy was spewing molten lava.  Today
it was funny how the jock had such a small cock, yet his load of cum seemed
so vast.  She sucked as hard as she could and managed to stroke his
throbbing penis until he collapsed.  "Oh my Lord...  that was fantastic. 
Betsy...  you're the best," he moaned.  "I wish we had time...  I want to
fuck you, so bad."

   She quickly realized matters could get much worse and Betsy made a rash
decision.  So the next time the jock took her to lovers-lane, and they
moved into the backseat of his car, Betsy knew what to expect.  She gave
him a fantastic blowjob and then she did the unthinkable.  She masturbated
for his encouragement and wonderment.

   Having been steadfastly denied her pussy, the jock realized he wasn't
going all the way with Betsy.  He was overjoyed getting to second base with
her even if a homerun was out of the question.  When he picked her up for
their next date, one of the jock's friends was in the backseat.  "Jordy's
coming along for the ride...  hope you don't mind," her boyfriend said when
she got in the car.  They drove to the usual lovers-lane parking spot and
her boyfriend shut off the car.

   The silence became deafening.  Then Betsy realized why Jordy was with
them and she began to get frantic.  She didn't know why or how, but all of
a sudden she was sitting in the middle of the backseat with a jock on
either side of her shivering body.  "C'mon honey...  Jordy wants to see
your gorgeous boobs.  Let me show him," her boyfriend whispered.  He
suddenly whipped her sweater up and over her head and the game was on.  Her
hands were going every which way but they did nothing to discourage the two
boys.  They swiftly had her naked on top and each had an enlarged nipple in
his mouth.  She moaned and groaned but her protests merely gave the boys
even more encouragement.

   Soon Betsy realized that there was only one way out of her growing
dilemma.  Her hands were shaking like mad, but she managed to unzip Jordy's
pants and take his bulging cock out.  This boy was gifted, but beyond that
Betsy remembered nothing more about him.  Her boyfriend whispered animated
encouragement to give Jordy a blowjob and then excitedly waited his turn.
Betsy sucked both boys and then to get out alive, she put on the
performance of her life.

   She was now getting very good at masturbating for the entertainment of
others.  Her boyfriend and Jordy watched the lewd display with their mouths
hanging wide open and Betsy performed porno magic.  Soon it wasn't just
Jordy riding shotgun on their dates; other jocks were treated to her tits,
a blowjob and a show on a regular basis.  For the time being, that
satisfied her boyfriend and his close jock friends.  Betsy struggled hard
to remain a virgin, which meant she had to come up with extremely
innovative and intelligent ways to fend off the hormonally crazed
boyfriends.

   The next time her boyfriend took her out with Jordy, Betsy had to use
her imagination to remain pure.  The boys loved her tits so much that when
she volunteered to use them on their cocks, they were overjoyed.  Although
she didn't mind giving blowjobs in the backseat of a car, she did object to
this type of gratification.  It turned out to be far too messy and the
boys' joy-juices seemed to go everywhere.

   Betsy remembered holding her boobs together so they surrounded a boy's
cock and the cum shooting out like a gusher.  In her dream, she could see
her luscious breasts moving up and down on a cock; her mouth was wide open
with her tongue wagging when the spurting cum splattered her face.  The
scene was very dramatic and the boys loved it immensely.  By now, Betsy
thought satisfying the boys was part of the deal to becoming popular and
obediently she performed for her boyfriend and his friends whenever she was
asked.  Even so, she somehow remained a virgin.

   Today she looked back and realized she was a sexual prize being passed
around by the jock community.  Eventually her boyfriend got tired of her
when he recognized that he simply wasn't getting into her panties.  She
wound up dating other jocks and dated four or five guys for short periods,
using blowjobs as a rule to satisfy the boys.  The only way she could get
off was by touching herself, which all of the boys loved watching.

   ***

   Betsy eventually got into a rut trying to do almost anything to be
accepted.  It seemed the boys all loved her.  The more provocative she
acted; the more they liked it.  But Betsy had a hard time getting into a
close-knit group with the girls.  The girls didn't readily accept Betsy
into their friendship circle because of her extraordinarily good looks. 
Betsy was beautiful with a very sexy body and that combination made most of
the girls jealous.  Although she did not think of herself as attractive or
desirable, Betsy's good looks made the teenage boys drool.

   The other girls did not like hearing their boyfriends talking about
Betsy.  They were furious that many of the boys chased after her and they
countered her popularity with dirty rumors.  Being innocent and extremely
naīve, it was a big shock to Betsy when she realized there were rumors
being spread around the high school.  She was hurt deeply when she heard
that one of the boys, she dated for a while, had tagged her with a
nickname. The name was 'Iron Maiden' and like all hated names, it stuck
like superglue.

   After that, boys kept taking her out but they quickly gave up when she
didn't go all the way.  Even though Betsy gave the boys more sexual
pleasure than most of the other girls, it did not stop the rumors.  In
fact, things seemed to get worse.  There were rumors that she let boys feel
her up, even go so far as to remove all her clothes.  Some of the rumors
were true, especially the one that she gave blowjobs to boys just for them
taking her out.  That rumor grew and grew until she was considered the
absolute best cocksucker around.  And more gossip spread that Betsy loved
masturbating with boys watching it all.

   Then girls started gossiping that Betsy was a floozy.  It made her
wonder if remaining pure and saving herself for marriage was the proper
thing to do.  During the last year of high school, Betsy almost caved.  It
was also a time when she realized that sex with another female might be
possible.

   At a party, which all of the high school seniors attended, somehow Betsy
wound up in a bedroom with two other girls and their boyfriends.  The two
girls were members of the schools cheerleader's squad and they were well
aware of how popular Betsy was with all of the jocks.  It was quiet; it was
dark; and it was eerily romantic, she remembered.  The dream made her
shiver even though she knew what was going to happen.

   All five teens were on the bed and the girls were huddled close enough
so that they could whisper together.  They gossiped about many of the other
grads and suddenly Betsy realized the two boyfriends were taking profound
liberties with their girlfriends.  Bare flesh was rapidly abundant and
Betsy blushed profusely when one of the boys started sucking a boob.

   Betsy was just about to get up off the bed when one of the girls grabbed
her.  "Please...  please stay.  Don't go," she whispered.  The girl stared
into her eyes and Betsy stomach did tremendous summersaults with
trepidation.  "Don't go, love.  I have wanted to do this for a long... 
long time."

   All of a sudden the girl kissed Betsy on the lips.  Betsy didn't have a
clue of what to do so she merely remained a zombie.  It was the first time
a girl had ever kissed her or even gotten intimate.  Suddenly there were
hands roaming all over her body and Betsy knew they all didn't belong to
the girl.  Some were rough and brazen, while others were tender and loving
and Betsy was going out of her mind trying to find a solution to her
mounting dilemma.

   Betsy could not remember a time when she was stripped so quickly.  In
measly seconds, her clothes were strewn around the room and she was spread
out on the bed like a sacrificial lamb.  Suddenly one of the boys was
sucking a nipple, one of the girls sucked a titty, and the other boy was
between her legs.  Frantically she broke the kiss with the one girl and
started to cry like a baby.  "Stop...  please stop.  I can't...  can't do
it.  Gawd...  please stop," she pleaded with the group.  "Oh please... 
please.  I can't...  I'm a virgin."

   The next few moments of her life passed but Betsy felt like they lasted
forever.  The girl who kissed her began kissing her face and lips before
suddenly pausing.  The other girl caressed her titty like an angel and then
she too paused.  The boy sucking her nipple continued for a while before he
too halted letting the hardened bud slip from his hungry mouth.  The boy
between her legs kept his tongue busy for many seconds, licking her slit,
as if searching for a long lost treasure.

   It was at that point when Betsy wondered if they would stop or she would
become their slut.  Her mind was in turmoil.  Betsy remembered thinking her
reign of virginity was over.  She struggled with all her might but it did
nothing to persuade the teens to stop molesting her.  Suddenly the two
heads hovering over her chest rose up and allowed her to see all the way
down to her tummy.  She stared in horror, as she watched the boy's tongue
lapping her opening, just before he hungrily latched onto her precious
clitoris.  Betsy thought the top of her head would blow off when he sucked
the puffy clit deep into his burning mouth.  He swirled the bud around
inside his mouth, as if was a lollipop candy, and she wondered why her hips
thrust so wildly.

   It was one of those moments of monumental surprise in a person's life
when the one girl put a stop to what was happening.  For whatever reason,
maybe guilt or maybe it was remorse, but she ordered her friends to leave
Betsy alone.  It might have taken Betsy five seconds to get dressed and
leave the room but she managed it in world record time.

   The departure was traumatic for Betsy and she considered not dating
again.  Not because of what her fellow students did to her but because she
knew that if the boy had continued for a few more moments, she would have
willingly lost her virginity.  It was the first time she understood what
lust could do to a person's sanity and reasoning.

   ***

   After that party, everyone in the school seemed to know that Betsy was a
virgin.  She avoided the jock crowd like the plague and reverted back to
her more familiar geek group of friends.  Betsy reasoned that these
students were much the same as she was, but it was a mistake.  When they
reached out to her, Betsy was more than glad to do almost anything to gain
their approval.  It never entered her mind that they were just playing an
evil trick on their dazzling playmate.

   Sadly for Betsy, the ritual of being used would continue.  The one girl
had fantasized ever since watching Betsy perform lewd and raunchy acts for
her and her boyfriend.  Suddenly the girl had the ravishing Betsy back
again.  At the time, everything the girl did seemed perfectly unplanned and
natural, but now Betsy could see how the girl manipulated her.

   She remembered the one time when she stayed overnight at the girl's
home. It started out very innocently with the two watching television in
the family room while lying on a makeshift bed.  They changed into lounging
attire, which consisted of loose, oversized t-shirts and baggy, flannel
pants and settled in for a comfortable night.  The two girls had the house
to themselves because the girl's parents were attending a late-night party.

   Without warning, the girl's boyfriend showed up at the house.  The girl
reassured Betsy that her boyfriend merely wanted to stop by for a little
while.  "Do you mind if Bobby watches TV with us?  He won't bother us," she
asked knowing Betsy could not refuse.  "My parents don't know it...  but we
have sex right here in the family room when they're upstairs...  don't we,
honey?"

   Of course her boyfriend nodded his head while giving Betsy a devilish
wink and a grin.  Betsy remembered the night very vividly, as she almost
lost her virginity to the scheming couple.  She wasn't exactly sure what
really happened or how it happened, but eventually the boyfriend wound up
between the two.  Betsy tried to keep her distance but it was difficult, as
she didn't want to be rude to her friends.  Then she remembered watching
the couple out of the corner of her eye, as she pretended to watch TV.  The
boy fondled and even exposed the girl's boobs and she did not object one
little bit.

   Then Betsy spied the girl's hand inside the boy's pants and it was very
obvious what she was doing.  The girl stroked her boyfriend's penis until
he started letting out strange moans, as his pleasure increased.  Betsy
felt immense guilt and shame for being so close to the lovebirds but she
didn't run away for fear of offending her girlfriend.

   Betsy remembered vividly what happened next.  The boy went to the
washroom and her girlfriend made a proposal.  "C'mon...  let's do it
together.  Let's make him cum," she whispered.

   Betsy didn't really want to it, but she relented seeing how her agreeing
made her girlfriend's face light up with happiness.  Then she thought, 'why
not?  I have done it before...  jerking a boyfriend off in front of the
girlfriend.' So when the supposed boyfriend returned to the rumpled sofa,
he again slipped into the space between the girls.  The girl motioned and
beckoned for Betsy to begin and before she knew it, her hand was caressing
the front of the boy's stomach.

   Suddenly the girl's hand covered Betsy's and swiftly shoved it into the
boy's pants.  The hot, searing cock made Betsy shiver but she kept her hand
covering the throbbing pecker.  That was all the encouragement the boy
needed and he rolled over facing the shocked Betsy.  His hands were a blur
and quickly rolled the big shirt up until he could see the bottom swell of
her boobs.  All of a sudden her girlfriend was on her other side and
helping the boy.

   Betsy was totally flabbergasted and under normal circumstances, she
would have run fast and far.  But not on this night!  The two easily
stripped the loose fitting t-shirt and the boy put his hands on her bare
chest.  Betsy remembered how she remained motionless on the couch and
allowed the two to take liberties with her.  She thought by not resisting
it would make the two happy and she would become closer friends with them.

   Everything happened so fast that Betsy was too confused to react.  The
boy was groping her tits and suddenly he was kissing them.  Then her
girlfriend was saying something.  "Bobby told me how much he loves your big
tits and especially the way your nipples stick out in your sweater," she
whispered.  "We can't believe you are still a virgin...  18 and still a
virgin?  We'll rectify that tonight!"

   Betsy heart beat so fast that she was positive all the blood rushed to
her head.  Her head buzzed when the boy stretched her nipples making them
stand out prominently like they always did when she was aroused.  Sometimes
Betsy wished her nipples were not so big and did not get so stiff when they
were touched.  Then the girl was holding Betsy by the arms and pinned them
behind her back.  This allowed her boyfriend to swiftly strip the baggy
PJ's from her lower body and suddenly Betsy was completely nude.

   Betsy remembered how she allowed it to continue because they were her
close friends.  In her dream, she glanced down at the boy and saw he was
also nude, crouching on his hands and knees between her widespread legs,
looking more than ready to defile her virgin charm.  Then he was rubbing
the wet end of his cock all over her legs and threatening to move higher.

   It was at that point when Betsy chickened out.  She got a sudden burst
of strength and determination.  "No...  no, for gawd sake, Bobby...  no!"
She screamed for him to stop and struggled so hard that the couple realized
their advantage was over.

   Betsy used every church going word she could think of to explain how
sinful it was to have sex but the couple merely shunned every excuse.  They
were in a fit of rage and blamed her for what had happened.  She could
still remember the harsh words and being called a prick tease.  The breakup
was so traumatic for Betsy that she stopped dating, which was not very
difficult because none of the other geeks ever asked her out during the
remainder of the school year.

   It took years for Betsy to fully understand why she was treated so badly
in high school.  She lay on the bed in the spare bedroom thinking of the
good things that happened, and true to her nature, she forgave the jealousy
shown her by some of the other students.  Her mind floated through the
dream and she lay on the bed in a comatose state realizing that the high
school period had come to an end.

   Graduation day came and went and it was time to move on.  Betsy slowly
came out of her dreamland needing a little break.  Her mind was totally
alive and felt revitalized from the memories of her teenage years.  Life
can be cruel at times but Betsy felt immense pride for remaining pure to
her faith all through high school.  Looking back on it now, she wondered at
how immature she was at eighteen.  Betsy had reasoned that oral sex and
masturbating were okay as long as she didn't let the boy actually screw
her.

   Betsy rationalized that giving a boy a blowjob in the backseat of a car
was immoral but she was willing to do anything to be accepted by her peers.
Well, almost anything, she quickly added with a grin.  Her father had
harped about the biggest sin of all, getting pregnant, so Betsy was
determined to do anything as long as it didn't involve actual intercourse.
One of the things she considered at the time was anal sex but she couldn't
imagine letting a boy stick his cock in her ass.

   It was still early on a Friday evening and she had more life-chapters to
review before the night was done.  She rolled out of the bed and stretched,
feeling proud of being able to relive the initial chapter of her life
story.

   ***Betsy Goes to College

   Betsy finished having something to eat and immediately returned to the
dream bed.  Over the next couple of days the pattern would become very
familiar, as she would not be content until all the chapters of her life
had been reviewed.  The spare bedroom would be the launching pad for every
session and this time she curled up on the bed, as if she was a little girl
again.  Her eyes had barely closed when she remembered herself going off to
college.

   When she was accepted into an Atlanta school, it should have been the
happiest day of her life, but it wasn't.  Betsy had to start all over again
making new friends and trying to fit in.  She chose a popular vocation not
because she truly loved the thought of being a teacher or professor, but
more so because her father pushed her in that direction.  Her marks were
outstanding so Betsy had her choice of which school to attend.

   Born and raised in New Orleans, Betsy didn't want to attend college
there.  She eventually picked one in Atlanta and settled into college with
relative ease.  Betsy had a deep yearning for love, but unlike many young
women her age, she really didn't have much experience at intimate
relationships.

   One of the first things she did on her arrival in Atlanta was start
taking the pill.  Today she came to the realization that she did so because
she wanted her first-fuck.  She wanted to lose her virginity in the worst
way, as she deemed it was the only way to move on in her life.  It sounded
crude and animalistic when she thought about it now, but deep down, she
wanted to know what it felt like to have sex.

   Still Betsy remained a virgin that first year.  She had mixed feelings
about it, but it seemed the right situation or the right guy didn't come
along.  She studied and did the usual college crap without dating much. 
Dating really took place the second year.  Betsy remembered how most guys
were happy to feel her luscious boobs and to get a blowjob from a beautiful
girl.  A few got their hands inside her panties, but like high school, a
blowjob stopped a boy from going any further.

   One guy was determined and he got even more persistent after finding out
she was a college virgin.  Her last recourse was to offer him to do oral on
her.  He gladly accepted and Betsy retained her virginity one more time. 
The fleeting cunnilingus episode during high school was good, and
memorable, but nothing prepared her for the actual greatness of receiving
oral sex.  She recalled the episode with the two cheerleaders at the end of
high school and regretted not letting things progress further than she
allowed.  Betsy quickly came the conclusion that she had missed the boat
when the boy's tongue performed sexual magic on her delicate clitoris.  She
remembered experiencing one of the best orgasms of her life and didn't
regret her first oral climax.

   Her head was spinning after the overly erotic memory.  Innocently and
almost accidentally, her fantasy drifted into the chapter of homecoming
weekend.  All of a sudden her heart quivered wildly, remembering that it
happened during homecoming weekend.  Betsy, two of her girlfriends and
three boyfriends were in a drunken state after celebrating all evening. 
The three couples wound up in a hotel and the other two girls lost their
clothes piece by piece.

   Betsy reasoned that it was peer pressure that caused her eventual
downfall.  After twenty years she tried hard to set the stage so that
everything was authentic.  The hotel room had two beds and the temperature
was turned up so high that everyone was sweating.  She remembered sitting
on a bed with her boyfriend and they were drinking and trying to caress
each other at the same time.

   Betsy remembered how her eyes wandered and she stared across at the
other bed to see her naked girlfriend having intercourse.  The girl was on
her side with her boyfriend behind her and he was holding her upper leg
high in the air.  There was no misconception or delusion as to what they
were doing.  Betsy could see the boy's cock going in and out of her
girlfriend's hairless pussy.  Even today she giggled thinking that she
would remember such a thing, a girl shaving herself down there.  From that
day on, Betsy realized that she liked watching.  She stared at the couple,
as they fucked without the slightest hesitation or fear of being watched.

   Betsy thought her first time would be most memorable and dramatic.  In
part she was right but not in the expected way she had hoped.  Betsy
reasoned staying a virgin until her second year of college was something
special and then losing her virginity would be one of the most memorable
events of her life.  It was memorable, but looking back on that night
twenty years later, she realized it was nothing like she had dreamed it
would be.

   Her date had his hands all over her body.  Again Betsy deemed it was the
peer pressure when she reluctantly allowed him to take off her sweater
shortly followed by her bra.  The memory was vague from that point on but
somehow she was persuaded to move over to the other bed.  Her girlfriend
had quickly dismounted her boyfriend's pecker and they seemed to be waiting
with the other couple.

   Even now Betsy's eyes were glassy as she observed one of the most
eventful life chapters unfold.  She wasn't really sure how it happened. 
Both of her girlfriends each took an arm and encouraged Betsy to get onto
her hands and knees beside the bed.  One of the boys was directed into
position so that his hips were on the edge of the bed and his feet were on
the floor.  Then the girls pushed Betsy's head.  She remembered feeling her
hair being pulled hard and could not be sure if both or just one girl
forced her face into the boy's crotch.

   Suddenly she had to put her hands out and grab the boy's stellar cock.
Betsy squeezed the hard shaft with both hands in an effort to prevent the
boy's cock being shoved down her throat.  Sucking cock was something Betsy
was good at so she had no trouble performing even in a slightly inebriated
state of mind.

   All of a sudden Betsy saw herself posing for a submissive poster.  She
had always thought that she was submissive and liked doing things to please
her friends but this confirmed it.  Slowly everything came back to her. 
Her head was moving up and down while one of her girlfriends was whispering
in her ear.  She kept saying, 'suck it, suck it!' Then Betsy wasn't sure
which of her girlfriends said something that still sent shivers up her
spine.  'She's ready...  holy fuck, she's ready.'

   Betsy imagined what it must have looked like to her boyfriend.  Her ass
must have been high in the air and far too seductive for any man to resist.
Her head was held on top of the boy's cock giving him a glorious blowjob
and her ass was waving; an open invitation to her boyfriend that she was
willing and very available.  Now she tried to guess how long it took to
actually lose her cherry.  One moment her mind was fully concentrated on
satisfying a fellow student and the next her head was filled with intense
pain.

   Her boyfriend had rammed his pecker, which was thankfully narrow and not
too long, to the hilt.  He crudely ripped her hymen in a split-second while
her friends held her in a captive position.  She remembered the pain
lasting only a fleeting moment and then her boyfriend was jerking wildly,
as he filled her inner being for the very first time.

   That was when she got fucked.  "Fuck her...  fuck the virgin," her
girlfriend hissed.  When the second cock penetrated her, Betsy's will and
spirit was crushed and her friends took full advantage.  "She saved it for
this...  saved her cherry for a gangbang," the girlfriend laughed out loud.
As she was despoiled, the two girls kept talking to her, asking questions,
'do you like sucking cock, and do you like being fucked?'

   They encouraged their boyfriends and all three boys ravaged her
relentlessly throughout the night that seemed to have lasted forever. 
Lying on her bed twenty years after that sordid event, Betsy was not able
to count the number of times the boys had intercourse with her.  She did
remember her boyfriend being the first.  After the second boy had fucked
her, she was roughly shifted to the bed.  All of her friends held her in
position for the third boy.  Her legs were held firmly outstretched and it
left her vulnerable and helpless.

   She remembered holding her breath when the third boy jumped her.  Being
pinned down, it was impossible to fight off his assault.  As he inserted
his cock into her opening, her body stiffened and she held her breath.  She
thought it would hurt like the first one but that was a complete fallacy.
The boy was frantic and started pumping in and out of her precious and now
slippery pussy.  While being raped, Betsy realized intercourse was not all
that bad.  She managed to let her body go limp and once she started to
breathe again, the ride was fairly enlightening.

   All of a sudden the gangbang didn't seem so ominous, as there was no
pain involved.  The rest of the night was a blur, most likely because there
were five people all taking advantage of her non-struggle.  The one
girlfriend bit her nipples, but now Betsy deemed it was her way of
demonstrating who was in-charge.  Her brain accepted what was happening and
she found herself enjoying being fucked.  Still Betsy determined that she
should never do it again.

   When Betsy woke in the morning, the controlling girl was sleeping beside
her with her head on her chest.  The girl played with her nipples and she
had them fully erect in no time.  She even asked Betsy if she wanted more
cock to which Betsy shook her head vehemently indicating she had enough. 
Her negative response was not the one the girl was looking for.

   Betsy remembered what happened next.  The girl ordered Betsy's boyfriend
to do it again; this time she wanted him to do it with Betsy on her back so
she could watch everything.  The girl grabbed Betsy by the hair and jerked
her head high in the air.  She twisted Betsy's head until her dazed eyes
stared down the length of her naked torso.  "Look!  Look at it.  Watch his
cock...  touch your slutty cunt," the girl whispered.  "You're not a virgin
anymore...  are you?"

   She jerked hard on Betsy's head and didn't stop until she heard an
answer.  "No...  oh gawd, no."

   "That's right honey.  Now you're a slut...  fucking every boy around,"
the girl whispered.

   Betsy watched the boy rub his pecker all over her velvety flesh leaving
a trail of wet pre-cum.  "Oh please.  I've had enough...  don't let him do
it," she moaned trying hard for mercy.  The boy seemed to hesitate, but
proceeded when prodded.

   "Can you feel it?  Look!  He's rubbing his dick all over your slutty
tummy," the girl said.  Betsy's eyes got bigger watching her boyfriend rub
the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.  "Then he's going to fuck
you...  hard!  Stick his big prick into your little cunt."

   "No...  no, please.  No more...  please," Betsy whispered.  The boy made
her hips twitch and jerk every time he hit her most sensitive clitoris and
Betsy suddenly realized the key to a woman's fulfillment.

   Suddenly the girl jerked her head again and she put her lips next to
Betsy's ear.  "Feel it?  Feel his cock?  He's putting it in...  in your
sweet-ass pussy.  You're going to fuck...  and cum for me," she whispered.
Her teeth nibbled on Betsy's ear and she continued to whisper.  "Aren't
you? You're going to cum all over your boyfriend's cock...  aren't you?"

   Betsy remembered staring back into the dark, controlling eyes just
before it happened.  It started with a short, swift spasm in her heated
internal region and quickly spread outward.  Suddenly she felt her
boyfriend pumping like a madman and her girlfriend demanding retribution.
Even though her eyes filled with tears, Betsy still focused on the
commanding eyes above her when she climaxed.

   ***

   So that was the morning after homecoming.  Betsy was the perfect
missionary and she got royally screwed by her boyfriend.  When he was
finished filling her with his seed, Betsy shivered with the memory of one
little word.  'Next!'

   Her girlfriend said it and then Betsy remembered how the boyfriends each
screwed her.  It went on all morning and her girlfriends stayed close to
her.  They even took liberties by fondling her whenever none of the boys
did.  "Holy sweet Jesus...  she's not a virgin anymore.  She's a slut from
hell who wants every cock buried inside her cunt," one of the girls said.
"I've never seen a slut cum so often...  and so hard.  Have you?" The girls
laughed and kept holding the helpless victim while the three boys each
screwed her.

   What surprised Betsy was that the girls didn't demand her to do anything
to them.  It was that morning when Betsy realized that lust would make her
do the most uncommon things.  Once her head was filled with lust, nothing
erotic or sexual had limits, which sort of scared her to some degree.

   The first round of copulation was completed in furious fashion.  Each
boy was thoroughly aroused and it took no encouragement for him to have sex
with her.  They couldn't wait and fucked Betsy in rapid succession time and
time again until none of them could get it up anymore.

   The morning was still young when Betsy remembered her girlfriend doing
more.  "Suck him!  Get him hard...  so he can fuck you again," she had
whispered demanding Betsy start all over.  Betsy concentrated hard to
ensure every possible image was recalled from homecoming weekend.  It
wasn't until days later that one of the girls explained how the whole
evening was planned and executed perfectly.  Betsy was horrified that
friends could do such things to her but true to her nature, she didn't hold
a grudge.

   After homecoming weekend, Betsy resigned herself to letting her dates
have sex if they wanted.  And what boy didn't want to have sex with a
gorgeous woman who had a sexy body to die for.  Fucking was no big deal to
Betsy anymore, as the chapter of her college years drew to an end.  Of the
five or six guys who she dated during the final semester, Betsy remembered
only one.  He was a real piece of work and that was probably the reason she
still remembered him.

   The guy had a little sports car and there wasn't much room for any
intimacy; 'Without some ingenuity,' she thought with a grin.  Usually sex
involved her giving him blowjobs, as there was not a lot of room in the
car. Occasionally they would fuck which really got the guy excited.  He
would sit between the seats and Betsy had to sit facing him on top of his
outstretched legs.

   One time they had consumed too much alcohol and she shuddered thinking
of the stupidity of driving in such a condition.  They shouldn't have been
on the road but they wound up parked in a secluded part of campus. 
Somewhere along the line, the guy moved her and she wound up on the
gearshift.  Betsy bitched and tried to get off of the knob but he just kept
moving her up and down.  To her utter surprise, she had a great orgasm,
which caused her to forgive the guy for being so brazen.

   It happened a few more times before they broke up.  He even once tried
to get the knob up her ass while his penis was still in her pussy.  The guy
acted like he didn't know what was going on, and the odd part was, she
almost let him do it.  Then Betsy chuckled thinking it was a good thing the
gearshift wasn't lubricated or it might have happened.

   Reminiscing about her early years, her high school years, and her
college years had been exhausting.  She was too tired and sleepy for any
more.  She didn't have enough energy to get up so she remained curled up on
the bed in a fetal ball.  Betsy merely squirmed until she had the blankets
over her body and then she fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of the next
chapters in her life story.

   ***Grad School - A True Relationship

   Betsy had fallen asleep after reviewing the highlights of her college
years.  The dreams were odd and disjointed, with faces morphing into other
faces amid bizarre happenings and settings.  Suddenly she realized the sun
was up and the morning paper had arrived.  It was too early for wine so she
decided that reading how the liberals promised to fix her life would help
pass the time.  Betsy was not the best morning person in the world and she
didn't want to move into the next episode before she was fully awake and
revitalized.

   Suddenly an image of Danny popped into her head.  She loved Danny and he
treated her so very special.  He always praised her whether it was her
appearance or her professional attributes, and made her feel on top of the
world.  Maybe if Danny was there when she was 18, or even 25 or 30...  life
might have been different, she mused with a grin.

   Betsy never wanted the responsibility of having a family.  She wondered
if that decision might have been a mistake, but it was too late now.  Her
remorse was broken when she grinned thinking, 'and with my luck...  I would
have ended up with a pervert son.' No!  There were no kids in her life and
she was grateful for that considering her troubled past.

   She wandered around the house having something to eat, reading the paper
and having a nice refreshing shower.  It seemed like a foregone conclusion
that she returned to the spare bedroom, as soon as possible.  She
contemplated remaining naked after her shower and roaming around the house
with nothing on, but then she decided to choose modesty over bravado.

   When Betsy had gotten up on the Saturday morning, she felt the need for
more.  She realized the next paramount event in her life story was falling
in love, so she rushed back to the spare bedroom.  Her emotions quickly
increased to the feverish level where they were last night and she was
filled with great expectations.

   Betsy almost ran up to the bed, too excited to wait any longer.  She
jumped onto the bed in a playful fashion and landed spread-eagled with her
arms and legs outstretched, as if they were tied to the corners of the bed.
Her mind immediately went into visualization mode when she remembered
herself entering Grad school.

   She had decided to pursue a teaching career in high school physics.  Her
schedule was very demanding but it didn't take her long to find a new
boyfriend.  It was her need to be loved and cared for that enabled Ron to
become her steady boyfriend.  Ron treated her like she was truly special
and he did everything that a perfect gentleman would do for a lady.  It was
the first time in Betsy's life that any guy had worshiped her in such an
intimate, thoughtful manner.

   Thinking back now, on this chapter of her life, Betsy realized that Ron
had taken advantage of her.  The first few weeks they were together, Betsy
thought she had found true love.  Ron always opened doors for her and he
held her arm when crossing the street.  When he brushed her hair aside and
talked to her looking her right in the eyes, Betsy felt her tummy do
tremendous summersaults.  Ron did stupid things, and caring things, and all
Betsy could think of was how much she loved him.  Other men in her life had
treated her like a piece of meat, but Ron never did, or that is how she saw
it in the beginning.

   Betsy thought back and the memories brought tears to her eyes.  She
should have told Ron to leave immediately when he told her that he was
married.  But he insisted it was a bad marriage and he was only with his
wife until he could get an amicable separation.  Betsy fell for the line,
'my wife just doesn't like sex,' and believed Ron when he told her that he
was leaving his wife.  Betsy didn't know how he did it, but somehow he made
her feel sorry for him.  He told her that all his marriage problems were
caused by his wife's hatred for sex.

   She kept her eyes closed tightly amazed at how naīve and stupid she had
been.  Betsy offered herself to Ron and he told her that she was the only
woman he cared for.  The first time was magic.  Dreaming about that
remarkable night sent a shiver down her back.  He just kept pushing her
buttons, buttons that she didn't know she had.  The final blow came when
Ron accidentally hit her boob and he said he was sorry.  At the time, Betsy
was overcome with his "sincerity" and she willingly gave her soul to a
scoundrel.

   Everything Ron told her, or did to her, made complete sense at the time.
"I have to be careful...  my wife can't find out about us.  My lawyer is
working on a divorce, but it will take time," he told her.  Ron explained
how he didn't want to jeopardize his divorce proceedings and that they
would have to meet in secret places.  His suggestion to use a hotel sounded
logical to her confused mind.  At the time, the underlying reasons for his
covert actions were never remotely considered.

   When they checked into a hotel that first time, Betsy tried not to make
her embarrassment too obvious, but Ron found her blushing totally
stimulating.  The routine after that was always the same.  Ron would pick
her up and they would go directly to a hotel and spend a few hours there.

   At first she was uncomfortable with many of the things he wanted her to
do.  But he insisted and eventually she did whatever he demanded...  plus
more.  It was her willingness to please him and her devotion to the man she
loved, she reasoned.

   All of a sudden she needed to see it one more time.  See all the
thrilling details of that first night, which she now considered immoral and
sinful.  Betsy suddenly took the stance of a fake prisoner on the bed by
pretending her arms and legs were tied up.  Then she pretended to struggle,
as her detailed visualization passed over her darkened eyelids.  The images
were so real that Betsy felt like she was watching it happen in real-time.

   They entered the seedy hotel room, musty and reeking of stale smoke. 
Even after twenty years, Betsy could visualize everything clear and
precise. At first she was not very aroused, but it didn't take Ron very
long to get his hand inside her blouse.  He put his lips next to her ear
and started talking dirty to her.  "You're so beautiful...  so sexy.  All I
want to do is fuck you...  rip your clothes off so I can see your sexy
body," he said beginning the sexual seduction by whispering in her ear. 
"Your titties...  they're so gorgeous...  so voluptuous."

   Why she did not object to his talking dirty was still a mystery to
Betsy. He had kept her standing that first time.  On her feet, she was like
putty in his skilled hands.  Ron didn't take the time to unbutton her
blouse but he merely rolled it up her body until he pulled it off over her
head.  He put his strong arms around her shaking body and roughly pulled
her against his hard body.  Coaxing her arms around his neck, it left his
hands free to undo her pants.

   Even though her eyelids were closed during the dreamlike visualization,
her eyes were ablaze seeing what happened that first night.  She stood on
legs that were vibrating so badly it was hard to stand up straight.  Before
she knew it, she was locked in Ron's arms and wearing only bra and panties.
Betsy could hear and see everything clearly even after so many years.

   His fingers slipped beneath her bra and he started twirling her hardened
nipple around like it was a spinning toy-top.  "My God...  your tits are so
beautiful...  your nipples are so hard," Ron whispered keeping his lips
next to her ear.  Suddenly he ripped her bra off throwing it across the
room, and to Betsy's amazement, she did not care.  Now both his hands were
fondling her boobs and his fingers constantly caressed her nipples ever so
tenderly.  He would squeeze and pinch only hard enough for her to begin a
protest, and then he would roll the throbbing buds around like crazy.

   Her imagination was detailed and extremely vivid even though her dream
was from 1986.  Betsy pushed her chest out almost begging Ron to keep
fondling her boobies.  Her heart was beating madly and for the first time
in her life...  she was the one that wanted more!

   Betsy did not question how Ron was naked in her dream.  In her trance,
his body was perfect and his nakedness was even more profound.  Back then
Betsy was too ashamed to look at his nakedness.  When she did catch a
glimpse of his hard cock, which bobbed up and down in front of his hips, it
immediately made her blush.

   Suddenly she could hear Ron's voice and it startled her.  "Your body...
it's so sexy.  I'm gonna fuck you baby...  fuck your brains out," he
whispered which should have disgusted her.  "Your tits!  I love your big
tits."

   Ron bent her backwards arching her back and he held her upper body from
falling with one arm.  His free hand roamed the front of her body.  He
squeezed and caressed her titties like a magician and then began a downward
descent.  His hand covered her tummy and suddenly he was finger-fucking her
belly button.  Betsy thought it was the most ghastly thing, yet she didn't
want him to stop.

   Her heartbeat increased another level and her body felt totally flushed
and heated.  She remembered how things happened during that first time and
her dream most likely embellished the episode.  At the time, Betsy wondered
if she had not gone too far, but then it happened.  His face was next to
her own and he spoke softly and with passion.  "I love you...  I love you
baby!" he whispered, as his roaming hand made a downward motion.

   Betsy almost fainted when she watched her legs spread inviting Ron to
touch her.  His hand left her tummy and slipped downwards onto her silky
panties.  Why her thoughts were of lust and perverted pleasure was
mystifying and she blushed even though it was a dream.  She was happier
than ever that night with the expectance of finally having sex with a
mature man.  One particular memory made her shiver.  She remembered
thinking how glad she was to have worn sexy panties, and how she hoped Ron
found them appealing.

   All of a sudden Betsy was standing wrapped in Ron's muscular arms and
she was completely naked.  Her sheer, lacy panties had been stripped and
she was pushing up against his hard body.  She felt his thingy, as that is
what she called it in those days, and it was between her legs.  Betsy
marveled at how his penis lay between her thighs tickling her most intimate
being like a feather.  Ron's strong hands were on each of her butt cheeks
and he was squeezing hard, digging his fingers into her delicate ass. 
Betsy didn't know why she was standing on her tiptoes but she was and her
legs were apart.  The head of his cock was poking her everywhere except
where she wanted.

   "Higher baby...  get it higher.  Get that pussy higher...  so I can feel
it with my cock," Ron said sending violent tremors through her entire body.
She watched her daydream in horror, as she stood even higher begging him to
take her.  All of a sudden she felt the head of his penis touching her
precious opening.  Her breathing stopped but her heart pounded faster.

   The flared head pried her puffy lips apart and she could see it
happening.  It slipped into the wetness in an instant, and suddenly she was
standing flat on her feet with his thing inside her womanly hole.  Ron
implanted his cock so fast there was a momentary pain but it was gone
before she took another breath.  They stood like that for an eternity and
all Ron did was use his hands.  He squeezed and molested her ass cheeks
making sure to keep his cock fully embedded in her heavenly abode.

   Ron was a master.  He lifted her up until he convinced Betsy to wrap her
legs around his body.  Then he drilled her by thrusting his hips at her
motionless crotch, which made Betsy grunt every time he speared her tender
cervix.  Ron slowly shuffled the short distance to the bed and she clung to
his body for dear life.  In reality they fell onto the bed with a thump,
but in her dream they floated.

   Betsy was probably the most attractive and sexiest woman he had ever
dated.  When Ron found out that she had never been in love, he vowed to be
the first and the thought drugged his mind.  The heat surrounding his
swollen cock was an inferno and it was quickly robbing his stamina.  But
Ron wanted it to last forever so he tried not to move his hips.  He knew
that if he pumped or thrust in and out many more times, it would be over.

   Betsy abruptly found out more about her boyfriend.  Ron liked to watch
and he loved watching Betsy.  He arched his back and raised his upper body
off her chest.  "Feel your tits...  do it baby.  Squeeze those gorgeous
nipples," Ron whispered so softly.  "That's it baby...  show me."

   She could never understand why she did it.  Her hands cupped each titty
from the bottom of her luscious boobs and her thumb and forefinger rolled
each throbbing nipple around to please Ron.  Betsy saw the smile on his
face and she lost all inhibitions molesting her breasts to make him happy.

   If she found fondling her own boobs was inexcusable, she was utterly
flabbergasted when she obeyed his next demand.  Ron grabbed her right hand
and shoved it down between their sweaty bodies until it rested on her
upraised pelvis.  "Put your fingers down there...  feel your clitty.  Pinch
it for me, baby," Ron whispered.  She shuttered to this day when she
recalled his next command.  "Masturbate...  cum for me baby.  Masturbate
all over my cock!"

   The fingers of her right hand were a blur in her mind, as they squeezed
and rolled the tiny clit vigorously.  At the same time, her left hand
continued to caress her nipples moving deftly from one to the other every
few seconds.  Years later it was apparent to Betsy that her intense
emotions were not so much from Ron's talent or skill but more so because of
her own ability.  The first orgasm with the man she loved was memorable but
now she understood more about sex and real lust.

   Betsy was overwhelmed when the dam broke.  Her breathing was extremely
ragged and uneven; her heart rate soared, and her mind filled with lust. 
That first orgasm broke so fast and furiously that she lost all sanity when
it flooded her soul.  Her hands followed Ron's damning instructions and she
felt his hips jerking wildly out of control.  Betsy knew he was filling her
loving sanctuary with vile semen but she didn't care.  She remembered how
he held her and hugged her long after it was over.  Ron was the first man
to do that and she would always cherish the fact even though she grew to
hate the man.

   Betsy remained in a trance but she felt drained from hours of dreaming.
She was getting very tired but stubbornly fought the urge to stop.  She
wanted to finish reminiscing about the opening chapter of Ron's love affair
even though the time was approaching noon.  It was funny how a person could
look back on their life and think, 'what if I had done it differently?'

   One traumatic event that should have triggered warning bells happened
right after that first night in the hotel.  Betsy was still on cloud nine
and she felt that Ron was the love of her life.  Suddenly her memory
flashed back to one point during grad school that was probably the most
embarrassing.  She came back to the dormitory early because of an exam the
next day and entered her room to find her roommate was having a small
party. There were five or six girls and all of them were fairly tipsy when
Betsy entered the room.  They were all laughing and giggling, which ceased
as soon as Betsy came into the room.  A couple of the girls kept whispering
in each other's ear and Betsy could tell by their peculiar actions that
they were talking about her.

   When the girls left and Betsy was alone with her roommate, it didn't
take long to get at the truth.  She pressed her roommate until her friend
inadvertently mentioned that it was all about her falling for a married
man. Betsy was horrified to find out that people knew and that she was the
brunt of gossip.  "The girls just found it strange that you'd go to a
hotel...  having sex with a married man.  They couldn't believe that Ron is
fucking another grad student," her roommate confessed.

   Betsy was furious and she did not find anything funny about her
roommate's humor.  She remembered bringing it up the next time she met Ron
but he somehow made her forget about the embarrassing gossip.  She couldn't
remember the exact reasons he gave for having previous affairs, but she
could only assume she was blinded by her love for the man.  Betsy suddenly
jumped out of bed wanting desperately to put an end to the initial chapter
of her time with Ron.  She felt disappointed that her life seemed to be
going in the wrong direction.

   ***The Relationship Changes

   Betsy felt butterflies in her stomach when she returned to dreamland. 
She had gotten up at noon to take a much needed break from her life story
but now it was time to continue.  Betsy returned to the bed and this time
she pretended to be bound and gagged.  Thinking back, she felt like a
prisoner to her strong, emotional feelings for Ron but her relationship
with the man had changed.  Betsy was a Baptist who went to church with her
dad and other relatives until she left home.  She could understand how she
fell in love with Ron but not how she let him convince her to do the sinful
and immoral things she did.

   Initially Ron was tender and the perfect gentleman.  She tried to think
of how long it was before he introduced her to a threesome.  A subtle smile
broke out on her pretty face when she realized it should have been named a
foursome.

   Ron's excuse for using hotel rooms made her uneasy, but she went along
knowing it made him happy.  Making him happy was the important thing.  They
always went to one specific hotel so Betsy didn't think anything was out of
the ordinary on one particular occasion.  When they entered the room, Betsy
stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of two strangers.  She turned on
her heel thinking that they were in the wrong room, but Ron quickly put his
arms around her.  "This is Jerry and Allan," he said, making her wonder
what the hell was happening.

   "I told them how gorgeous you are...  and how sexy you are," Ron
whispered but it sounded like he was yelling at her.  "I told them how
great you are in bed...  what a great fuck you are, and that nobody fucks
like you."

   Betsy stared at Ron unable to believe what he had said.  She was so
shocked that she stood motionless with her mouth hanging wide open.  "Take
your blouse off...  and your bra, Baby.  Show the boys your gorgeous
tits... now!"

   To this day Betsy never understood how it happened.  She remembered
putting her hands up to protest but it did little good, as Ron's hands
furiously stripped her clothing.  Betsy knew that she didn't help Ron but
one by one he undid the buttons of her blouse until the front hung open. 
She flinched when Ron grabbed the loose material and swiftly stripped it
from her body.  When he yanked her bra strap and pulled the garment from
her heaving chest, she felt like dying.

   Betsy stood frozen on the spot and she could see the two men devouring
her nakedness with their hungry, beady eyes.  She watched her visualization
in horror, as Jerry boldly walked up to her, and he put his hands on her
boobs.  She did not move a muscle when he fondled her and then began
caressing her nipples, which seemed to betray her thoughts.  The buds were
rock-hard and Jerry rolled them around like they were marbles in oil.

   Suddenly Ron grabbed a handful of her hair.  He was standing behind her
with his body pressed against her own so that she couldn't move.  Then he
yanked her head backwards until she lost sight of Jerry and her eyes stared
directly at the ceiling.  "Now you can show Jerry how good you are...  what
a great piece of ass you are," Ron whispered with his lips beside her ear.
She started to whimper and a tear rolled down her blushing cheek, not from
what Ron was saying but from what Jerry did to her.

   The complete stranger who she had met just minutes earlier put his hand
on top of her pussy.  Jerry pressed hard with his middle finger so that her
pants pushed into the wetness between her legs.  "That's it, baby doll...
open those gorgeous legs so Jerry can feel you...  he loves young cunt,"
Ron said holding her absolutely motionless.  "I love...  love when you make
my friends happy.  I want to watch them fuck you, baby." Betsy couldn't
understand how Ron, the love of her life, could allow this to happen.  It
was if she didn't know him at all when Ron encouraged his friends and
offered her to them.

   Betsy felt Ron's free hand on her waist and shuddered when his fingers
undid her pants.  As soon as Ron loosened the waistband and rolled her
pants over her flared hips, Jerry's hand brazenly pushed between her naked
thighs.  His fingers covered the narrow panty-band of material in a most
threatening fashion.

   The memory was very clear, vividly clear.  Her breathing was so ragged
and uneven that she started to feel dizzy.  The crotch of her panties was
no protection and Jerry easily shoved the wet material to the side.  Betsy
tried her utmost to keep her legs together but Jerry wormed his hand under
the stretchy material groping to find the vulnerable opening.  Then he
kicked her feet apart and suddenly Jerry's probing fingers were directly
over her puffy labia.

   "Ron...  oh gawd, please!  Please gawd...  don't let him touch me,"
Betsy pleaded feeling more desperate with each passing moment. 
"Pleeease... dear gawd...  this can't be happening?"

   The rapist rammed his finger into Betsy so fast, all she could do was
cry out.  She stretched upward standing as high as she could on her
tiptoes. There were hands all over her body, more hands than she could
count.  In a split second, all her clothes were stripped and the three men
felt her up, as if they were teenagers.  Her dream was so vivid and
realistic that Betsy reasoned it must have happened that way.

   If Betsy remembered correctly, the three men held her a prisoner.  She
didn't know how to resist Ron at the time and her hesitation and doubt was
her ultimate downfall.  The men had little difficulty carrying her across
the room, as she was totally overwhelmed and confused by what was
happening. They tossed her naked body on the bed, but it was the last thing
Betsy remembered from that night until years later.

   Now Betsy tried to justify her actions in that dingy hotel room and she
welcomed the opportunity to visualize about what really happened.  Even
today, she was so embarrassed that it was hard to think about what complete
strangers did to her.  Jerry was between her legs before she could stop
him. His hands pushed her thighs outward and he dove into the exposed
opening.  Ron had his hands on her shoulders holding her down and Allen was
next to her waiting for an opening.

   Everything happened very fast and looking back on it, Betsy realized she
didn't have a chance.  She was helpless and what could she do against three
overpowering guys, she reasoned, even though it was twenty years later.

   Ron suddenly put her face between his hands and he started kissing her
all over...her cheeks, neck, forehead and then her ears.  "That's it,
baby...  spread your legs so Jerry can do it.  Let him lick your pussy,
baby," Ron whispered sending tremors all through her body.  Then Jerry
fulfilled his dream of cunnilingus with what he thought was the sexiest
woman he'd ever seen.  He licked Betsy's cunt nonstop and his tongue
danced, as if it was on fire.

   Even now Betsy was ashamed of the way she responded.  Ron whispered
softly and he rained tender kisses on her ear while moving his body to the
side.  This left Betsy's chest exposed and Allen attacked like a starved
maniac.  Her face felt hot and flushed and Ron held her steady while he
urged Allen to suck her nipples.  Betsy had tried hard to merely listen to
Ron and block out everything else but that proved impossible.  Now she
focused, as hard as she could to see the truth, knowing it had taken her a
long time to forgive herself.

   "That's it baby...  Cum for me, baby.  Cum for me and the boys.  I told
them you were the best.  That's it!  Holy fuck...  I love watching you cum
baby." It was a horrible movie when it flashed into her head and she
watched her hips thrusting madly at Jerry's hungry mouth.  His tongue
lapped her clitoris and she squirted love juices down his throat.  Jerry
drank from her womanly fountain and his cunnilingus would be just a
horrible memory for Betsy.

   Numerous times she had whispered, 'this can't be...  can't be happening
to me.' Then she realized that indeed she was experiencing an orgasm with a
stranger and her loving boyfriend had given his consent.  Suddenly she
could hear Ron coaxing her on and Allen cheering for his buddy.  "Go
Jerr... eat'er.  Holy fuck man...  I think she's cumming," Ron yelled at
his buddy.  "Look at her ass go man...  you're eatin' her out like a
monster."

   Betsy now knew she surrendered her spirit that fateful night.  In her
mind, she was doing everything to make Ron happy because she was in love,
or so she thought at the time.  It proved to be the beginning of a chapter
in her life, which she was not proud of.  After the demoralizing climax,
Betsy was too ashamed to fight back.  She was numb when contemplating what
was worse, no Ron in her life or being shared by his friends?  Sadly her
mind shut out the truth and she chose the wrong path.

   All she remembered was Ron beside her during the orgasm giving his
complete blessing as his buddy ate her out.  She lost track of the number
of times she said, 'this can't be happening...  not to me.' The memory was
horrifying but she willed herself to continue the daydream even knowing
things got worse.  Betsy watched the dream unfold from a lofty perch, as if
it were happening to some other woman.

   She was a complete wreck after the orgasm.  Betsy was vaguely aware of
Allen coaxing her onto her hands and knees and her heart was still racing a
mile a minute.  Ron knelt beside her and he spoke sternly into her ear with
a challenging voice.  "I've waited for months to see this...  watch you get
banged by a real stud."

   Being overly sedated by guilt and shame from what had transpired
already, Betsy waited in the precarious doggie position.  Ron made sure her
arms were bent so that her upper body rested on her elbows, which dug into
the bed.  Her knees were pushed apart to give her extra balance and Allen
moved in for the kill.  At first, Betsy didn't realize what he was doing
but then she trembled frantically.

   Her head drooped down between her forearms with her forehead resting on
the bed and then she felt it.  Allen began the slow, intense pecker
spanking.  Ron had pecker spanked her before, but this felt different; the
mass of the organ was much greater than Ron's.  The sound of his heavy cock
slapping her bare ass echoed through the dungy hotel room, which was most
likely heard by the rooms next-door.

   Betsy remained spread-eagled on the bed dreaming, and letting the
degrading events pass through her head.  Her arms were high above her head
and her wrists were bound to the bed by imaginary handcuffs.  Even now she
rolled her shoulders around, as if she was struggling to get away, but like
twenty years ago, she stayed a prisoner.  Betsy had heard her girlfriends
talk about a man's size and how it was far more pleasurable having sex with
a man who had a big penis.

   Allen was still spanking her with his over-sized cock and she shivered
with each slap.  Her eyes were ablaze watching it all happen.  Jerry was
going out of his mind watching his buddy getting ready to mount Betsy.  He
pushed Ron out of the way so he could get close to Betsy and tell her what
he was feeling.  Compared to Jerry, Ron was far too nice.  Jerry craved
dirty, perverted sex.

   "You're gorgeous...  the sexiest bitch I've seen," the vile man said. 
"Keep that ass in the air, Honey.  Al's gonna fuck the shit out of ya... 
make you his bitch," Jerry said sending shivers up her spine.  "Wait till
Al gets that fucking monster dick in your sweet cunt.  When he does... 
you'll bark like a dog or I'll pull every fucking hair out of your pretty
head."

   Jerry was in control and he loved the feeling.  "That's it bitch...  can
you feel his cock smacking your beautiful ass?" He grabbed her head and
held it above the sheets by twisting his fingers in the long, curly strands
and yanking hard.  By this time, he had all of Betsy attention.  "Holy
Christ...  he's rubbing the big, fucking head of his dick through your
snatch.  I bet that feels good...  doesn't it, honey?"

   At the time, Betsy twisted and struggled but her hips weren't moving. 
Allen had his fist around his enlarged cock and he was rubbing the wide,
flared head up and down through her pussy crack.  Every few moments, he
threatened to shove the head into her vulnerable opening but held off. 
Allen wanted her to suffer and he prolonged the devious assault.  There had
to be something different about this man but at that precise moment years
ago, Betsy was still unsure.

   All of a sudden Betsy began to whimper remembering the devastating
consequences of how she acted that night.  To this day, she still
remembered it as the climax of the century.  She had to see the orgasm
again and the brilliant scenes rolled across the movie screen of her
darkened eyelids one more time.  Her heart beat increased drastically in
anticipation of what happened and now she was going to watch the rerun.

   Three determined men held her in the perfect doggie position.  Allen
rubbed his magnificent cock through her wetness and he purposely lingered
over her swollen clitoris with each pass.  He made sure to caress the
swollen clit with the tip of his penis by holding the head directly on top
of the bud while moving it in a small, circular motion.

   Betsy's eyes were on fire trying hard to fight these overpowering men
and Jerry's rugged face was right in front of her.  "Honey...  you've got
the prettiest ass in the world.  When Ronnie bragged that you were the best
piece of ass in town...  well, we just had to find out," Jerry whispered.
His dire prediction stopped her breathing but not her heart.  "I guarantee,
Honey...  you haven't felt anything until you feel Al's big cock inside
ya."

   Betsy stared back at the man unable to comprehend what he was saying. 
Suddenly she felt it.  The head of Allen's cock slipped into her wetness
spreading her cunt-lips wide, wider than she'd ever been spread open
before. Then he thrust just enough with his hips to embed three or four
inches of thick meat inside her and Betsy let out a dire moan.

   Allen put his big hands on her hips and held her steady.  He had reached
a wall and felt her tightness preventing any further penetration. 
Skillfully he worked his pecker in and out an inch at a time until the
thick shaft was coated with lubrication.  Suddenly Betsy's breathing was
ragged and extremely uneven, as she expected the worst.

   She heard Allen beckoning his buddies for help.  "Gimme her arms... 
it's time to make her my bitch," Allen said.  His voice broke with
excitement, as Ron and Jerry grabbed Betsy's arms forcing them backwards.
Allen grabbed her around the wrists and pulled back hard so that her upper
body straightened in the air.

   To this day Betsy still remembered it like it was yesterday.  Her eyes
were tear-filled and she looked straight ahead into a large vanity mirror.
The movie played and Betsy remembered wondering why she wasn't stronger. 
She should have fought harder, she reasoned.

   The image in the mirror was devastating.  She was kneeling with her
upper body being held steady above the bed with Allen holding her arms
behind her back and pulled straight backwards so that it arched her back
severely.  Her eyes bulged when she noticed her boobs hanging down and
swaying like crazy.  At first she didn't know what was really happening but
Allen quickly put it in perspective.

   All of a sudden, Allen thrust with all his might and his sword sliced
through her inner being.  The fleeting pain lasted mere moments and Betsy
felt him sink deeper than anyone before.  She watched her tits swaying and
realized she must look utterly slutty to Ron and Jerry who were also
staring into the mirror.

   Everyone was talking at once and she recalled each man's words.  "Sweet
Jesus...  What a set of knockers!  Look at her tits...  they're jiggling
like crazy," Ron said.  "That's it, Al...  bang'er...  make her your little
bitchie," said Jerry.  "Bitch has a tight cunt," grunted Allen.  "Well, it
won't be so tight for long."

   As Al pummeled and ravaged her, Ron's excitement was very evident by his
overly dramatic face in the mirror.  "I told you guys...  she's the best
fuck.  Just wait...  just wait until you see'er," Ron whispered.  "It'll
blow your mind when you see her climax."

   But it was Allen who robbed her sanity.  "Push back, bitch...  harder...
harder!" Allen shouted.  "Fuck me back!  Yeah, baby!  That's it!" Betsy
would never forget the reflection of lost abandonment when she stared into
the shining glass.  She remembered praying for strength even though she
knew all hope was lost.

   Relentlessly, Allen drove his massive cock into her inner being like a
savage beast.  Betsy could hear him yelling at her but she was completely
oblivious of what he was saying.  He treated her like a dog but she was
beyond caring.  Allen was brutally thrusting in and out with his powerful
hips driving madly at her bare ass-end.  Whenever he drove his pecker into
her deepest regions, he pulled back hard on her arms, which he kept pinned
behind her back.  The loud slapping sounds blended perfectly with all the
ravenous cries of the men and the sight of her full tits bouncing wildly in
the mirror sent shivers through Betsy.

   Betsy felt it coming when the first tremors rocketed through her abused
body but she had never experienced the height of such passion.  She vaguely
heard Ron's voice in the background and it made her shudder even in her
dream.  "Baby...  holy fuck, baby.  An orgasm...  you're having an orgasm
with Al inside you," he said.  "Go!  Baby, go...  give him all you got. 
You're the best."

   Betsy couldn't watch anymore.  The scenes of her going through the most
passionate yet debasing climax of her life, up to that point, made her sob.
It was too shameful knowing she was filled with so much lust that she had
lost complete control.  Betsy considered all three men wild animals, but
then she realized that her desire was also untamed.

   Betsy's eyes fluttered open.  It took her a few moments to realize where
she was and realize that her body was completely covered with sweat.  The
devastating memory of how Ron betrayed her was too much and she needed to
take a break.  She was totally exhausted even though she merely visualized
about the past and didn't do any physical exercise other than lay
spread-eagled on the bed.  The final shocking details that she remembered
were of Ron departing the hotel that night and leaving her with his two
friends.  It had been late and Betsy vaguely heard Ron giving his buddies
the excuse that he had to get home before his wife got suspicious.

   Her boyfriend left her with two strange men, to do with her as they
pleased.  Betsy couldn't remember how many times Jerry and Allen had sex
with her, but she stayed in the hotel room with them all night.  Stamina
and getting rejuvenated was not a problem for the two men, as they found
Betsy exceptionally sexy and stimulating.

   Finally she rolled around on the bed letting her muscles stretch and
relax after such a long dream.  Betsy longed to get up, as she needed
something to eat, but one more sordid element flashed into her head.  'One
more...  just one more scene, then I'll get up,' she whispered.

   She would always remember the first blowjob with Allen.  At some point
during the night, he shoved his semi-hardness in her face and demanded she
make it hard.  With no other alternative, Betsy put her hands on Allen's
cock and began the arduous task.  No one was more surprised than Betsy when
the pecker started to swell.  It was utter magic.

   Jerry would never forget the show either, as he watched his close buddy
getting sucked by a goddess.  Allen's cock quickly got hard and throbbing.
He pulled backwards until the head slipped out of Betsy's mouth and then he
rubbed his enlarged cock all over her face.  Suddenly Allen wanted more. 
"You do it...  rub it all over.  All over your face...  your neck...  and
your tits," Allen whispered.

   His order took her breath away.  Betsy shuddered at the images of how
she obeyed the man that night.  Her small hand was on his cock with her
fingers wrapped around the thick, throbbing shaft.  She touched her flushed
cheek, which was hot but not nearly as hot as his penis.  Betsy flinched
with every caress but she didn't stop moving his prick all over.  Every
time the flared head passed her mouth, she obediently licked it clean.

   She rubbed her neck with the bulbous head.  And then she did it.  She
had opened her eyes wide watching the head leave a wet trail all over her
boob, and then her other boob.  At the time, Betsy was mesmerized rubbing
Allen's cock over her body and suddenly Allen reached the end of his
stamina.  He wrapped his fingers in her hair and held her head steady. 
Then he rammed the head of his cock between her lips and down her throat so
fast she choked.  By the time she stopped coughing, Allen was draining his
monster.  She blushed remembering how obediently, her hand stroked the
long, hard shaft and attempted to milk his huge cock, which she knew would
please him.

   When the final images of her drinking the last of Allen's cum rolled
over her imaginary screen, she had enough.  She needed to take a break from
daydreaming but first she thought, 'I have to finish this period of my
life.' It was during this chapter that Betsy realized that Ron might not be
the man for her.  She would never share someone she loved with anyone and
it dismayed her that Ron had shared her with his friends.

   This chapter of her life unfolded almost as if Betsy was a pawn in Ron's
porno fantasies.  She still remembered being driven home after that first
night with Ron's two friends.  Allen had volunteered to drive her and the
ride home had been very quiet and serene.

   It wasn't until weeks later when Betsy reminisced over the dire events
that she realized Ron wasn't going to leave his wife.  Still, Betsy
continued to date Ron on a steady basis even after the horrible affair. 
She reasoned that her mind refused to accept the fact Ron was just using
her to satisfy his perverted sexual fantasies.  They continued to use a
hotel, and even a different hotel on many occasions, but after the first
gangbang, the scenario was always the same.

   Betsy remembered the second time Ron forced her into a degrading affair.
They entered the hotel room and she was on pins and needles the whole time.
It had been the silliest thing when she saw Allen's smiling face and she
felt a shudder of relief wash over her body.  But that had quickly changed
when she noticed a stranger sitting on one of the beds in the room.  She
remembered looking at Ron for an answer but he merely shrugged his
shoulders, as if to say, 'you know what you have to do.'

   So that was how the middle stage of her relationship with Ron
transpired. Initially it was Allen and a stranger.  Then it was two
complete strangers, and after that Betsy lost track.  Not that there were
many sexual encounters with strangers, she mused, but then again how many
was too many?  Betsy forgot the strange faces because it went against her
Baptist upbringing for a woman to have intercourse with men she didn't know
intimately.

   Allen she did remember as she had sex with him many times while Ron and
others watched.  Jerry...  maybe twice more, but the others, the others who
used her remained nameless and faceless.  Strangely her conscience got
duller with time and soon she was able to block out the sinful
characteristic of it all.  When Ron picked her up, she knew what was in
store for her, yet she willing went with him to be sexually exploited.

   One aspect kept nagging her during her relationship with Ron.  She still
cringed every time she remembered how her boyfriend bragged to the men
after they had sex with her.  "She's the best, man...  did you ever see a
body like that?  She was born to fuck," Ron would often say to the men. 
"Did you see that orgasm...  Man, she's the greatest ass, ever!"

   His crude, insulting remarks would make her cry.  Although Betsy found
Ron's boasting horrifying, her tears were considered tears of joy by the
men, which only made them more thrilled to be in bed with her.  Even to
this day and at the age of 39, Betsy found it unbelievable that Ron coerced
her into experiencing the most demoralizing thing...  an orgasm with a
complete stranger.

   Betsy looked at her watch noticing it had been over three hours since
she started recalling all the events of chapter three.  It was definitely
time for a break, she mused.  She was weary from all the torrid dreaming
and slowly left her hideaway, letting her mind come back to the present. 
That brought a smile to her pretty face knowing that Danny was now the man
in her life.

   As she slowly walked out the door of the spare bedroom, her mind
considered the next chapter.  Betsy was very glad for the opportunity to be
home alone so she could write the book of her life story.  She flipped the
page and realized the next chapter would see her relationship end.

   THE END I will continue Betsy's weekend in a second story.  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.  The next chapter will be posted very soon.  

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