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Hi,
 
I am attaching the next chapter to my series, '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 Three

   Betsy had something to eat and felt thoroughly refreshed.  The weekend
dream festival was progressing exactly as planned and she still had
chapters of her life story to review.  Her grad school relationship with
Ron was over and thankfully she had gotten rid of a demon that had bothered
her for many years.  Then she remembered the promise to go over everything
that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss.

   Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she
looked forward to reviewing the torture.  Suddenly a shiver ran up her
spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up.  Betsy realized
the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side.  The wicked
contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted
in the orgasm of her life.  But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience
right now and she planned to save that for another chapter.

   Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom
for more erotic dreams.  She was already into the next chapter when she
jumped on the bed.  Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and
felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living
her life without regrets.  Of course she was the woman and loved trying to
visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail.

   Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron.  Betsy moved
back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her
resume out to every school in the south.  She lived with her father and he
was very glad to have her living at home again.  Being the only child, she
was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him
again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's
dad loved having her around even though she nagged him.

   This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature
woman.  Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she
liked.  It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New
Orleans.  Betsy was at a party when she met Phil.  He walked into the room
with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in
the room.  They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next
day.

   Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party,
which Betsy could still remember.  He booked her into the Ritz and they
made love over the weekend.  It started a long distance relationship with
daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months.  Then Betsy
was offered a job in Virginia.  It was much better money than her New
Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil.

   The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and
relaxation activities.  Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for
the summer and the couple went there every weekend.  Betsy loved the beach,
not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere.  The house
had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented
out to his friends.  He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and
the other four bedrooms were on the second level.  There was a walkway on
that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very
comfortable feeling.

   Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and
playing volleyball.  Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in
the sand for the entire summer.  Betsy got to know most of the regulars
even though there was a constant change of faces.  At night most of the
people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother
anyone.

   Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil
happy.  Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite
hilarious.  There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman,
Pisser and Flipper.  When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy
almost choked.  It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and
someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was
happening.  Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get
any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried.

   Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered
thinking that it was probably better not to know.  Her life story abruptly
got more interesting.  It was near the end of summer when she was sitting
at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in.  He was a hunk
who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time.

   Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she
set eyes on him.  She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very
nice conversation that eventful day.  It made her smile now when she
remembered just how naīve and inexperienced she was in those days.  Phil,
Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking.
As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day.

   About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys
going into one of the bedrooms.  When she asked why, Thomas simply said
that the only way to find out was to have a look.  The three went upstairs
and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened.  She
remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away.  As
she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned
her over to all of his buddies.  When Betsy looked into the room, she
noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky
cum.

   Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being
savagely fucked.  There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat
cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest.  All
of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor.  There
were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden
onrush of more guys entered.

   To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but
suddenly she was inside the room.  Frantically she looked around and
couldn't find Phil or Thomas.  Everything happened so fast that even today
she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed.  She
remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over
her body.

   It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified.  She grabbed
someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone
else's hand shot under her shirt.  Her boobs were outside her bra so fast
that she was dumbfounded.  Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying
to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues.  A guy had his
hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants.

   What she heard still sent shivers through her body.  "Fresh meat.  Hurry
up guys...  strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed.  Holy sweet
shit...  this bitch has nice tits.  Look at those jugs...  and those
fucking nipples."

   The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering.  Not only
for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties
with the new slut.  Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for
help.  Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside
so they could rescue her.  Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held
her arms fully stretched up in the air.  Another guy pushed her shirt and
bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like
he had never felt tits before.

   Everything was out of control.  Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her
breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants.  She
didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom.  He quickly shoved his
hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. 
Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do
was squirm and struggle to get free.

   Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons.  All of a sudden
one of the guys groping her went flying across the room.  Then Thomas was
standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor
little Betsy back to her own bedroom.  Just as he started to lead her from
the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. 
He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat,' but Thomas said he didn't
think so.  This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake
of confronting an unknown opponent.

   Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. 
As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would
leave Thomas and Phil alone.  She remembered thinking the man was going to
beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she
could do was go with the man.  The last thing she remembered was Thomas
letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go.

   When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went
flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap.  His face was bloody and
Betsy thought she was dreaming.  Then someone took her hand and out the
door they went untouched or unmolested.  Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy
could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the
hall.

   Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near
gangbang of his girlfriend.  About the last thing in the world Betsy ever
expected she would be willing to do, she did.  Her shirt and bra were still
askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her
overheated body.  Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the
room and he took his clothes off.  "Bets...  love.  I couldn't believe my
eyes...  they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open.  Fuck
honey...  I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all
over you.  Fuck...  the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. 
When he took it out and licked his wet fingers...  I wanted to fuck you
right there."

   Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off.  He stood
naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking.
"Honey.  I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been
there.  Yano what I think?  I think we should give Thomas a reward.  Let
him have sex with you.  Co'mon...  let's do it."

   His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand
why she didn't resist.  She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend
take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. 
But then she realized.  From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he
was the man for her.  She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but
suddenly she was more than willing.

   Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was
naked.  She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was
okay.  Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he
was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe.  He was all muscle and hung.  She
could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen.

   Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained.  He almost
tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck
his cock.  Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips
out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes.  "Come on baby.  Show the man.
Suck cock like you know how," Phil said.  "And get on your hands and
knees...  so Thomas can get his reward."

   Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. 
"Christ baby...  I want to watch.  I want to watch you have sex with
someone," Phil whispered.  "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at
the same time...  by him!"

   Betsy was simply amazed when it happened.  Phil manhandled her until she
was on hands and knees and in the desired position.  The images of being
completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble.  Phil
shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in
her mouth.  She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock
just the way he liked.

   Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved.  She knew
Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush
against her exposed backside.  The devastating thought of being taken by a
stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined.

   She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on
what Thomas was doing.  Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt
and then he touched her between the legs.  Her body jerked forward and
Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away.  Suddenly a streak
of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to
her head.

   Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy
labia.  He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't
want to make her wait.  Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never
felt anything like it.  The extreme heat instantly made his temperature
rise and then Betsy pushed back at him.  Her sexy body went into convulsion
right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck.

   All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth.  He
squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far
too determined to end it quickly.  She pumped her hand back and forth on
his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth.  Even in his
drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea.  His glassy eyes
stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind.

   Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being
able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend.  He heard bare flesh slapping
together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big
cock going in and out of her precious snatch.  Phil merely grabbed her head
tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth.  Then he threw
his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy.

   Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth
filled with molten lava.  She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and
tried hard not to choke.  Just as the last few drops were sucked out of
Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound.  There wasn't much
she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered
when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary.

   Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. 
Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his
powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off.  Suddenly
more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a
subconscious state.

   All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. 
Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but
Phil had other ideas.  His desire for sexual gratification had been
satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink.  Phil
obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked
Betsy beyond belief.  He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and
then look in on what the other guys were doing.  She took it to mean Phil
wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't
upset her at all.

   ***

   Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend
left her with someone else.  She was lying on her side and suddenly felt
Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back.  He hugged
her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling.  Betsy
liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and
closed.

   She could still remember what happened next.  The memory was still like
it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this
section of her life story.  Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived
one of the most memorable affairs of her life.

   Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans.  His right arm was
over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her
entire front unguarded.  At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of
her body without lingering on any specific spot.  In the perfect dreamland
state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty
space.

   All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her
tits.  One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before
lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard.  There was a warm smile on
her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half
asleep.  Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something
hard stirring against the back of her legs.

   She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing
for more lovely embraces.  His hand moved from her heaving chest to her
tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate.  She felt his fingers
tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton.  Betsy
sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her
until she whimpered out loud.  "This time...  we are going to do it right.
Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear.  "Lift your
leg...  up a bit."

   Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. 
She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between
her thighs.  His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up
against her wetness.

   Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling.  His right
hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard
cock.  He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense
wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly.  Then he threatened to push
the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. 
Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed
his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris.

   Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers
pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness.  Suddenly her breathing
resumed but it was ragged and very broken.  Now at the age of 39 and
remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first
time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss.  She abruptly
broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas.  "Oh gawd, I need you. 
Please, please make love to me," she whispered.

   Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed.
"Put your hands on it.  Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. 
She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer.  "Make it nice and
hard...  hard so you can sit on it."

   Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before
finding out.  Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in
a most prestigious position.  It hovered at an angle above his hips and
Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft.

   "I want to watch you.  Watch you make love to me.  See you with my cock
in your hands...  and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered.

   Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis.  Her fingers were wrapped
around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly.  She swooped down
and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied.  "Leave it
laying on my belly...  and then sit on top.  Sit on me so that your cunt is
pushing against my cock.  I want you to feel it...  against your love-box,"
Thomas said.  "I want to watch you...  see you making love."

   Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together.  Betsy crouched
over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his
outstretched legs.  She bent over and put her face mere inches above his
chest.  Betsy would never forget the feeling.  She squatted above his
muscular hips and leaned forward.  His pecker pressed against the front of
her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly.

   Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly.  She was willing to
do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. 
Suddenly he took control.  "Suck my nipples.  Suck'em love," he whispered.
"Make them hard with your tongue...  and your teeth!"

   She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his
request very stimulating.  When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in
her mouth, it was a most profound feeling.  Her tongue rolled the bud
around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas.  "Yes
baby.  Just like that...  now the other."

   Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even
hotter.  Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed
to push up to meet her mouth.  Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her
ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch.  She
had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples.  "Sit on
it.  Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock.  Push my cock into your
lips.  Baby...  spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said.

   Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right.  Betsy gasped
out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick
shaft embedded into her narrow slit.  She sat up straighter but kept her
hands on his chest.  Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever
so tenderly.

   The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still.  Her hips
jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around
her slender waist.  Suddenly Betsy wanted it now.  Her tummy started to
quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he
lifted her up.  "Not yet.  Get up...  hold my cock up and sit on it.  I
want it in your belly," he moaned.  Betsy shifted to the rear so that she
was sitting on his legs.  Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it
was free and she held it straight up in the air.  Betsy would never forget
the feeling.  She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was
above his muscular hips again.  Then she held perfectly still.

   Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock.  She wondered if she should
sit down but her body was moving before the answer came.  Thomas put his
hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time.  When the
tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped.  Betsy
was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight
up.

   The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little.  First
one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go.  Betsy was staring into
his eyes when it happened.  She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and
knew he was going to do it.  She merely held her breath waiting.  Then
Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with
all his strength.  He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock
to the hilt with one swift stab.

   It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did,
all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air.  She was
positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop
until he finally climaxed deep inside of her.  It was the longest and most
intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always
remember.

   That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. 
Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life.  She
realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her
boyfriend to be with Thomas.  The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and
she experienced one orgasm after another.

   She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but
eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend.  Phil must have
passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend.  He was in
bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed.  Phil
mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and
Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man.

   'But then again,' Betsy mused.  'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw
his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged
her return to bed from using the bathroom.

   ***

   In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover.  He woke up and threw his
arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything.  Betsy
remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil.
She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't
want to spoil it.

   Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time
with Thomas.  She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to
the room she shared with Thomas.  That was when she felt like someone
stabbed her in the heart.  The room was empty and it had been neatly
cleaned up.  Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have
been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by.

   "Are you looking for Thomas?  If so...  he's gone.  Packed up and left
about nine," the girl informed Betsy.  She could see the concerned look on
Betsy's pretty face so she continued.  "I liked Thomas.  He's not like most
of the guys.  Are you his girlfriend?"

   Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually.
"No.  No...  We're just friends.  I'll see him later...  I'm sure he'll be
on the beach this afternoon."

   Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny.  She was a lovely
girl who went to church every Sunday.  Penny was fairly thin and she had
the cutest smile on her face all the time.  The one thing a person noticed
about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs.  Betsy
remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that
Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits.

   Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone.
She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room.  Phil
had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal
volleyball attire.  They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the
beach at the courts.  Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then
decided it was best to socialize.

   Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally
arrived.  She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into
dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand.  Even the loud hollering
and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day.  Her mind drifted off
and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts.

   After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand.  There was
still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly
watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand.  Then she
dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating
exercise.  She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the
things going on around her.

   It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was
when, and if, Thomas would show up.  She had that worried, sickening
feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair.  Betsy
remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to
see Thomas again.  'Did Thomas like her?  Did he want her to be his
girlfriend?  Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last
night?'

   The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the
man betrayed her feelings and emotions.  She was still disillusioned and
halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted.  "Is
this chair taken?  My...  you look even lovelier than last night."

   Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. 
"What? No...  Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but
her own around.  She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it
must have made her look silly.

   Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time.  They
talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking.
Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man.  She did
most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought.  So they
chatted about him.  Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she
was still confused about how the man went flying.  Thomas told her that he
was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove.

   It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning.
He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand.
Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in
Boston that morning.  Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he
hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her.

   Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation.  They
each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. 
"Last night meant a lot to me.  Come...  I want to fuck you again," he
whispered.  Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation.  She
gulped her beer and off they went.

   They went directly to the same room as last night.  Luckily it was still
unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut.  They stood
face to face and Betsy watched his lips move.  "Take off your suit.  I know
it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body...  naked,"
Thomas said.  Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also
stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?"

   She almost fainted but couldn't stop her response.  "Yes."

   The look on his face was serious.  "Show me!"

   Betsy often touched herself when she was with a partner but suddenly she
didn't know what to do.  Thomas moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed
and motioned for her to use the bed.  Betsy slowly walked over and sat down
facing Thomas.  She assumed it would be easy to masturbate but that was far
from what happened.

   All of a sudden she didn't get aroused or worked up when she caressed
her boobs.  Betsy rolled her nipples around and around but all that did was
get them hard.  Then she shifted her hand down to her pelvis and put her
fingers between her legs.  It went better but she still didn't feel close
to achieving an orgasm.

   Suddenly inspiration hit.  She visualized seeing Marty during that
horrible gangbang.  Then Betsy remembered being forced into the room by
strangers and having her top lifted up above her breasts.  She vowed never
to admit the feelings she felt at the time.  Her juices started to run and
she felt the crotch of her panties getting soaked.  Then she pictured the
men holding her arms up in the air so they could fondle her boobs.

   Betsy's hand started to move a lot faster.  Suddenly the masturbation
was much easier.  She remembered her nipples being pinched so hard it hurt
but that didn't matter at the time.  Her visualization continued with the
men molesting her boobs and one guy even sucked her nipple.  Then Betsy
pictured what should have been the most disturbing thing that happened. 
While the men groped her titties, another man shoved his hand inside her
pants.  The man had one goal in mind and his fingers entered her wetness
with lightning speed.

   Afterwards Betsy wondered if she spread her legs or if the man forced
them apart.  She remembered struggling like crazy, but it merely seemed to
give the man more freedom.  Suddenly her fingers were his fingers.  She put
the clit between her thumb and forefinger and started twirling it
vigorously until she felt the first spasm shot through her loins.

   Thomas watched the erotic bliss with immense admiration.  He adored
Betsy's wit and charm but suddenly he loved her sexy body and adorable
treasures.  Betsy threw her head back and pushed out her chest when her
left hand grabbed a boob.  Her fingers pulled the hard nipple outward, as
if offering it to the enthusiastic onlooker.  Her right hand was a blur and
Thomas caught brief glimpses of the rosy bud when it swirled around in the
vast wetness.

   Thomas knew exactly when Betsy climaxed.  Her right hand stopped moving
except for her fingers squeezing the puffy clit.  Then her hips jerked out
of control and thrust wildly at the imaginary stranger.  When the orgasm
subsided enough to enable Betsy to breathe properly again, Thomas ordered
her to suck his cock.  "Get me harder.  Put your lips around my cock and
suck it...  so I can stick it in your cunt," he commanded.  In a less
demanding manner he added, "Baby...  I want to fuck you so badly."

   It made her chuckle now, but Thomas was a mouthful.  There was no need
to get him hard because his cock was already throbbing like crazy.  But she
obeyed relishing the opportunity to satisfy his demands.  Then Thomas
ordered her to kneel beside the bed.  He jerked Betsy around and made her
go down on her hands and knees.  He forced her upper torso onto the bed
with her head facing to the side.  It was that familiar position, which
Betsy loved, and she readied herself for what came next.

   Suddenly it all made sense to her even though it was years later. 
Thomas liked being in control and he loved ordering her to do things.  He
never asked or pleaded for her to do something, he only ordered her.  In
the beginning, she would have it no other way.  She was submissive and
liked pleasing others and this was her way of making someone special in her
life happy.

   Once again Betsy was in heaven.  Thomas knelt behind her and he did
everything in slow-motion.  He put the flared head of his cock at her
opening and then he slowly pressed his hips forward.  His glorious penis
slid into her volcano and she could only remain stationary.  Betsy felt his
hand on her side so she lifted up slightly, thinking he wanted to reach
under her outstretched torso.  Instead he grabbed her hand and rolled her
fingers up but left her thumb sticking out.  Then he ordered her to suck
her thumb, which she did right away.

   The rest was a blur to Betsy even now.  She remembered sucking her thumb
and Thomas pounding her cunt like a madman.  She experienced one orgasm
followed immediately by another and it seemed the man had everlasting
stamina.  Lights flashed in her head, her nipples were on fire and a
thousand volts of electricity zapped her whole body.  Then she felt his
hips jerking randomly out of control and suddenly her entire body shut
down.

   When Betsy came down out of the clouds, she was in his arms.  Her head
was on Thomas' chest and they talked for a while.  He mentioned how lucky
it was that her thumb was in her mouth when she climaxed because her loud
groans of ecstasy would have been heard at the beach.  All of a sudden
Betsy realized something.  It was during this tender embrace that the first
thoughts of love entered her head.

   They talked and laughed.  It seemed so different than anything before.
Betsy started playing with his nipples, which she knew he liked.  The next
thing she knew it was blowjob time.  "Hold it.  Put the tip of my cock in
your mouth...  just the tip," Thomas ordered.  "Now put your tongue under
my cock.  Lick it with your tongue...  but just keep the tip in your mouth.
Yes...  yes, like that."

   Betsy's eyes were glassy, as she stared down at the big penis.  "Now
stroke it baby.  Both hands...  stroke it...  stroke it harder," he said.
"Yes...  both hands back and forth...  just like that.  Keep doing it just
like that and watch it cum.  Watch me fill your mouth with cum, baby. 
You're the best cocksucker on the planet."

   His vulgarity should have disgusted Betsy but it didn't.  It seemed to
provoke her even more and she yearned to make him happier.  Betsy milked
Thomas' thick cock until she swallowed his big load of creamy cum.

   ***

   The time was getting to be late afternoon.  Betsy and Thomas jumped out
of bed with the realization that the beach crowd, especially Phil, would
have noticed Betsy's disappearance.  They showered and it took all their
resolve to not start another session of torrid lovemaking.  The beach house
was about a block from the beach and Thomas thought he should return to the
beach via a different route than Betsy.  That made sense, Betsy reasoned,
as it might look funny to Phil seeing his girlfriend show up with another
man after she had been gone for hours.

   Betsy hoped that she didn't look too guilty when she strolled back to
her chair.  The volleyball games were still going on but Phil quickly came
over to her, wanting to know where she had been.  For one of the very few
times in her life, she lied.  Betsy told her boyfriend that she had not
been feeling so good after the beers and she had taken a nap.  Then wisely
she got them both a beer and afterwards listened to him droll on and on
about his volleyball crap.

   As Phil was yapping, Betsy finally saw Thomas walking up the beach.  He
was talking to a girl and Betsy remembering thinking how smart he was to
solicit such a good cover-up.  The girl had a great tan and she was wearing
a bright green swimsuit.  She appeared to have a pretty good body, but
Betsy was too thrilled about what went on all afternoon to be jealous of
the girl at first.  Then Thomas and the girl stopped and sat on the girl's
towel.  They chatted and laughed and Betsy almost flew into a fit of rage
when the girl put her hand on Thomas' shoulder.  She wanted to confront the
bitch and tell her that Thomas was her man.  Betsy was mad.  Then she got
mad at Thomas.  Suddenly she got mad at Phil for his damn yapping.

   Abruptly she told Phil that they should hit the road since tomorrow was
a school day and she had to get up early.  Betsy left the beach with Phil
and she refused to look back at Thomas for fear of losing her nerve.  She
was determined to make a stand and show Thomas that she was not happy when
he got too friendly with other women.  Strange as it sounded now, Betsy
reasoned her relationship with Thomas was much more than a fleeting
afternoon, love affair.

   Betsy had everything packed in no time.  They departed so fast that Phil
was amazed.  He thought Betsy was peeved at something but hesitated to say
anything for fear she was mad at him.  They bid all their friends a goodbye
until next weekend and hit the road.

   Now years later, Betsy wondered how anyone could act so stupid.  She lay
in her state of dreamland remembering how mad she was at Thomas and the
girl.  Her anger turned out to be her boyfriend's immense gratification. 
Phil received the blowjob of his life on the drive home.  He was utterly
shocked when Betsy whipped his cock out and then bent over to suck it.

   Phil wasn't stopping for anything because he didn't want Betsy to stop
so he kept driving.  The thrill of possibly getting caught or seen by
someone on the busy interstate made the experience even more thrilling. 
Not much was said after he climaxed.  Phil merely drove and Betsy sat
quietly while they dreamed of separate issues.  Betsy wondered if Thomas
was real and if her relationship with Phil was actually over.  Although
Phil had always said they were not fully committed to each other, Betsy
still felt guilty for having a secret affair.

   ***

   The next weekend signaled the end of summer.  It was a three-day affair
with Monday being the last holiday of summer and everyone just wanted to
party hard.  Betsy thought she was right in assuming Phil didn't know
anything about what happened last weekend with Thomas.  She planned to get
more of Thomas' personal information this weekend and hoped he would show
up at the beach house.  When she and Phil arrived at the house, all the
bedrooms were full except for theirs.

   Betsy rushed upstairs to the bedroom that she hoped Thomas would be in,
but she sadly found the room occupied by an unforgettable guest.  The door
of the room was open and Betsy got a glimpse of Marty putting her things
away.  She had a sudden urge to order the woman out of the bedroom but
realized it was not her place to assign rooms.  A shiver of doubt went
through her tummy wondering if Phil had given Thomas' old room to the
disgusting Marty.

   That Saturday was probably the longest day of her life.  Betsy sat on
the beach watching Phil and volleyball crowd and she remembered drinking
way too much.  She was kind of down on Phil because her mind was so
preoccupied with hopes of seeing Thomas again.  It seemed the day would
never end but it finally did with a big party in their beach house living
room.  Everyone sat around getting blasted; it was a combination of too
much sun, too much booze and too much late night carousing.

   The mood on Sunday was far more sedated.  Everyone was hung over and
Betsy was no different than the rest.  She was filled with worry and
anxiety thinking that she poured her heart out to a man who didn't want
her. It was like any person who dearly loved someone but didn't know
whether that person loved them back.  Sunday brunch was the first meal of
the day and Betsy found herself sitting with Penny at the kitchen table.

   The two women chatted casually and Penny asked her about Marty.  Penny
wanted to know what happened last weekend.  Betsy watched the girl's
reaction when she told her about Marty's gangbang but Penny's face didn't
show anything.  Knowing the girl was very religious, Betsy assumed that
Penny would never condemn anyone for sinning in such an immoral way.

   Once afternoon arrived, the group was over their hangovers.  They were
ready for some more sun and volleyball and everyone moved down to the
beach. Betsy got her usual spot off to one side of the setup courts and she
again lapsed into a state of nervous anxiety.

   In the middle of the afternoon, all of a sudden she saw him.  Thomas was
standing with a group of guys who had just finished a volleyball game and
he looked marvelous.  Betsy didn't want to show too much enthusiasm, but
she just couldn't wait.  She almost ran up to the group and when Thomas saw
her, his face lit up.  Suddenly he excused himself and took Betsy's hand
leading her off to one side so they could be alone.

   "I had to come.  Sorry I didn't get here earlier...  but I got held up.
I can't stay this weekend...  and I wanted you to know that," Thomas
whispered.

   Betsy stood holding his hands while he kept talking.  "I have a big
family gathering that I have to attend.  It's on right now but I had to
come here to tell you...  so you wouldn't think I was ignoring you," he
explained.  "Last weekend...  was the best of my life.  You mean everything
to me...  and I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't going to see you
again."

   "It's okay.  I wasn't worried.  I was just sitting around with the rest
of the guys...  enjoying the sun and having a few beers," Betsy said
feeling her face blush a brilliant red.

   "I have to be in Boston...  well, about two hours ago," he whispered
with a chuckle.  "But I had to see you.  Here!  This is my business card.
Please call me Wednesday.  I'll be in my new home then."

   They exchanged a loving embrace and suddenly everything was all right.
Betsy watched him run down the beach until he was out of sight, and then
she returned to her chair.  The remainder of the afternoon and evening was
a complete blur, as all she could think about was Wednesday, a new
beginning in her love-life.

   Betsy was still in a heightened, emotional state later in the evening.
She remembered thinking that nothing could stop her from dreaming about
what was in store for the future.  Thinking back on that night, Betsy
realized that her boyfriend likely planned the whole evening.  She was
oblivious to the reality Phil plied her with booze, which made her let down
her guard.  Betsy was completely oblivious that Phil knew about her secret
affair.

   Close to midnight, Phil pestered her to join him for a little private
party in one of the upstairs bedrooms.  Reluctantly Betsy went with him
just wanting to get the evening over with so she could go to bed.  At the
top of the stairs, Betsy halted when she realized Phil was heading towards
the bedroom, which held great memories.  There were strange moans and
groans coming from the room she shared with Thomas the previous weekend and
Betsy remembered thinking that the gangbang slut was at it again.

   Suddenly Phil grabbed her arm and made her stand quietly outside the
noisy room.  The door to Marty's room was open, which Betsy found out later
was done on purpose.  She could still hear loud moans of a woman's distress
and then Phil encouraged her to peek into the room.  Not wanting to
disobey, Betsy slowly poked her head around the corner and noticed plenty
of action on Marty's bed.

   Betsy was about to retreat when her boyfriend grabbed her arm with a
viselike grip.  It happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to get
away from Phil.  "Let's watch.  I want to see Marty turn a little miss
goodie-girl into her slave," he whispered.

   Now years later, Betsy realized how naīve and stupid she was back then.
She should have realized it was all a setup, but at the time she didn't. 
Her boyfriend pushed her into the room and up against the wall.  They stood
motionless and the combatants on the bed never paid any attention to the
new onlookers.

   Thankfully the room was relatively dark so Betsy didn't think she was in
the spotlight.  She stared at the furious action taking place a few feet
away and noticed the naked body of Marty sitting on another woman's face.
Marty had her knees around the woman's head and she locked her fingers into
the struggling woman's hair.  It appeared like Marty was suffocating the
woman, as she pulled the woman's head up tightly into her crotch.

   It had to be seen, to be believed.  Marty was forcing a woman to eat her
out and there was a man fucking the woman's brains out.  The man was
perpendicular to the women and he was holding the thrashing legs up in the
air.  He lay sideways to the woman and pounded his pecker in and out of her
hole like a madman.  Betsy remembered thinking that the woman must be
hurting from being in such a precarious position.

   Betsy never did know why she merely stood there.  Surely, she reasoned
now years later, it should have been possible to escape Phil's grasp.  All
of a sudden Marty was going through the throes of an explosive orgasm.  Her
body shook and vibrated and Betsy could clearly see she was having an
enormous climax.  The sound of the woman's tongue lapping Marty's leaking
pussy sent shivers up Betsy's spine, as she watched the torrid sex scene.

   Suddenly Marty's orgasm was over and she shifted her body down so that
she was sitting on the woman's stomach.  Marty grabbed the woman's legs
from the man and held them high in the air, which kept her crotch fully
exposed for the man.  Betsy's eye's opened in awe when she noticed who it
was.  Penny, or the righteous Church-girl as the group called her, was
laying spread out on the bed with her face covered with Marty's juices. 
Penny's eyes were open wide and she was staring straight up at the ceiling.

   Betsy was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to her and Phil.
She ogled the demoralizing gangbang, which was taking place right in front
of her, and stood still, flat against the wall.  Then Betsy noticed Penny's
bare breasts for the first time.  She had always known the woman's tits
were small and almost nonexistent but she never realized her nipples were
so outstanding.  They had to be an inch in size and obviously extremely
sensitive by the way she moaned when Marty pinched them.

   The memory suddenly got more detailed and far more vivid.  Betsy could
hear everything like it was yesterday.  "Say it.  Say it, slut.  Tell
mistress to let you cum," Marty hissed daring Penny to say something.  "Do
you like mistress playing with your glorious nipples?  Slut...  I can see
you want it.  Say it!"

   Marty twirled the woman's nipples around, as if she was twisting them
off a bottle.  Then she put her face closer to Penny's and dared her again.
"I know Stan is fucking your sweet cunt...  and filling his slut with cum.
Now mistress wants to hear her slave beg...  beg for it," Marty whispered.
Her voice sent shivers through Betsy even though Marty was speaking to
someone else.

   Suddenly Penny was talking but her voice was too soft to be heard across
the room.  "Louder!  Say it louder...  so my new slut can hear.  Say it
slut," Marty ordered.

   It never dawned on Betsy at the time but Marty had plans.  The sound of
Penny's lost pleas were all that she was aware of.  "Please...  oh please
let me cum.  God mistress...  my nipples...  my pussy...  oh, my God...  I
have to cum."

   Marty pinched the swollen nipples and twisted them as hard as she could.
"More!"

   Penny couldn't stop but nothing she said was discernable.  "Ooh...  ooh.
Oowie...  ooh gawd...  aah...  gaaw, ooh, ooh.  Oh no...  oh no...  yea...
plea."

   It was obvious that Marty was in control and Penny was willing to submit
to anything she demanded.  Marty whispered in Penny's ear, making the girl
speak loud and clear.  She pleaded and begged her mistress and Betsy
couldn't believe Penny had given in.  What Betsy did notice was a
world-class orgasm.

   Betsy didn't even notice what her boyfriend had been doing.  She glanced
to the side and saw Phil jerking off his hard cock.  With her attention
diverted at the least opportune time, it enabled Marty to put her devious
plan in place.  Betsy was petrified standing against the wall when the
three naked bodies from the bed approached.  "So my little slut likes
watching.  Did you like watching me turn Church-girl into a slut?"

   Betsy was too stunned to say anything.  Then she got the bright
inspiration to run.  She pushed away from the wall and was just about to
make a getaway when Phil grabbed her arms.  He stood behind her and pinned
her arms behind her back.

   Suddenly Marty was in her face.  "I asked you a question!  Did you like
watching me turn Penny into a slut?" Then the woman took advantage of
Betsy's captive stance.  She wrapped the fingers of her left hand into her
hair and jerked Betsy's head until their eyes locked.

   Betsy knew enough to answer or things could get worse.  "No...  no, gawd
no."

   A sudden jerk of Marty's left hand and an extremely stern stare was
enough to change Betsy's mind.  There was a momentary pause.  Then Betsy
decided to tell the woman what she wanted to hear, assuming it was the best
thing to do.

   "Yea...  yes.  Yes!  I watched...  are you fucking happy?"

   Marty was good at gaining control over submissive women.  She had done
it many times and certainly the episode with Penny was testament to her
ability to become a mistress.  Suddenly her right hand slipped under the
bottom of Betsy's shirt and instantly closed over her left boob.

   "I watched you the whole time.  I saw the lust on your face.  Only a
slut would stand there and watch...  watch Church-girl being punished."

   "Oh gawd...  I didn't mean to." Betsy tried to turn her head and look at
Phil, but Marty held her hair with a secure hold.

   Then Marty swiftly ripped Betsy's bra up so she could feel a bare
breast. Her hand cupped Betsy's titty and squeezed hard enough to get a
reaction.

   Betsy struggled and tried to twist out of Phil's iron-grip.  She got a
brief hope of getting free, but suddenly Marty took control.  She pinched
the hardened nipple and rolled it around vigorously until Betsy stopped
struggling.

   Marty got more excited with each passing second.  Her head filled with
lustful illusions, watching the futile struggles of the gorgeous woman. 
"Phil tells me that you are the hottest woman around.  That you love
screwing...  anything with a pulse," Marty whispered.  "He knows.  Phil
knows you fucked around...  screwed around with Thomas."

   Betsy continued to squirm, but suddenly she comprehended the severity of
the situation.  If her boyfriend knew that she had sex with Thomas, he
would certainly not help her now.  Betsy realized that she was alone
against Marty, but also Phil, who would be out for revenge.  Marty would
try to humiliate and degrade her enough so that she could gain control and
Phil would help the woman.  But Betsy vowed to be strong and fight the
bitch to the end.

   All of a sudden things took a turn for the worst.  "Slut!  Come here
slut...  and see if we can turn dear Betsy into our slave," Marty said to
Penny.  "Stan honey...  and Phil...  let's take our little slave to the
bed. Then dear Betsy can show us that she's a real slut."

   Suddenly everyone reached for her.  Phil grabbed her under the armpits,
someone grabbed one leg, someone grabbed the other, and then they all
picked her up like a feather.  In a split second, Betsy found herself
spread-eagled on the bed with four sex-starved maniacs holding her captive.
She twisted and struggled but Phil held her arms fully stretched, up above
her head, and her legs were pinned to the mattress by Stan and Penny.

   Marty was in her glory.  She huddled beside the frightened woman and
pretended to console Betsy.  Marty lifted and supported Betsy's head and
stared directly into her eyes.  "You think you're too good for the rest of
us...  don't you?  Well, miss prissy...  we'll see how good you really
are," Marty whispered in a most threatening tone.  "Slut...  Church-girl!
Come here and show our little slave how you like sucking titties.  But
first...  let's get the bitch naked."

   Marty planned to make Betsy suffer.  She was going to strip the woman,
but it would be slow and tantalizing.  Marty grabbed the bottom of Betsy's
shirt and rolled it up to her neck, along with the lacy bra.  She shifted
slightly to the side and allowed Penny room to move over Betsy's chest. 
Penny hovered over the captive woman and suddenly the two stared into each
other's eyes.  Betsy was moved by the hesitant, pleading look on Penny's
face and she felt like telling the girl that she understood.

   Betsy remembered shaking her head when she realized what was about to
happen.  She glanced down at her exposed chest and noticed her boobs
swaying seductively side to side with her ragged breathing.  There was a
hand, Marty's hand she realized, cupping her right titty and sort of
squeezing it into a cone-shape.  "Aren't they beautiful...  the most
succulent tits...  ever!  Go ahead Penny.  Feel them.  Put your hands on
them and feel what real breast are like," Marty said.

   It was now or never, Betsy decided.  "Phil.  Phil!  For gawd sake... 
make her stop!  Make the bitch stop...  now!"

   Betsy tried to turn her head upwards so she could see her boyfriend. 
"For gawd sake, Phil!  Do something!  Make her stop!"

   There was no response from Phil except that he tightened his hold on her
outstretched arms.  When she tried again to reason with him, Betsy decided
that a more subtle approach might work.  "Oh, please.  Phil...  please help
me.  Oh, gawd you have to help me...  pleeeeease!" Betsy hoped her pleas
would make her boyfriend realize the error of what was happening but that
didn't happen.

   Suddenly her head was jerked so that she stared straight ahead at Penny.
The girl's eyes pleaded for forgiveness but that didn't stop Penny from
obeying her mistress.  Betsy felt the girl's hands shaking when they
caressed her breastbone and then slide slowly upwards.  The hands quickly
stopped vibrating when the fingers seized both dazzling nipples.

   Betsy gave another valiant attempt to look at Phil, but Marty held her
head steady, facing the front.  She desperately wanted to lie perfectly
still and show Marty that her humiliation was having no affect.  Then her
breathing got very uneven and her chest heaved displaying some of her lost
control.

   Marty decided it was time for further chastisement.  "Now...  let's take
her clothes off.  She likes showing off on the beach...  wearing those
skimpy outfits," she whispered.  "Fuck honey...  let's see what those horny
bastards keep looking at."

   Betsy felt so many hands on her torso that it was impossible to fight
them off.  Suddenly her top and bra were removed and tossed across the
room, as if they were rags.  She could feel Marty's hands even before they
actually touched her body.

   Betsy knew what was next.  Her tummy quivered so violently that it was
increasingly harder to breath.  Then Marty's fingers unsnapped the
waistband of her pants.  Betsy couldn't breathe anymore.  Suddenly Marty
slowly undid the zipper in a most tantalizing fashion and purposely held
the flaps open.  Betsy's tummy heaved in and out so fast, making it hard to
catch her breath when the woman's fingers brushed the edges of her panties.

   Marty's fingers pinched the elastic band and pulled outward so she could
look down the front.  "My, my!  That's about the nicest cunt...  ever.  I
bet you like it being touched...  caressed by a slut.  I think you'll like
it if Penny touches you...  won't you?"

   All of a sudden the hands returned.  Stan along with the helping hands
of Marty and Penny quickly stripped the rest of Betsy's clothes while Phil
pinned her arms above her head.  She remembered sobbing and letting out
numerous whimpers when her pants were lowered.  Then more sobs when her
panties were stripped leaving her completely naked.  Betsy tried kicking
but her legs merely thrashed in midair before getting pinned on the bed
again.

   Things were getting more desperate and Betsy opened her mouth again to
plead for mercy.  Suddenly Marty rolled the lacy panties into a ball and
shoved them into Betsy's open mouth.  The woman laughed out loud and Betsy
felt sick.  "I know you want it.  You're a slut...  just like Church-girl.
I could see that when you kept watching...  the gangbang last weekend... 
and the one tonight," Marty whispered.

   Betsy's eyes were open so wide they hurt.  She stared straight up at the
ceiling hoping it was all a bad dream.  "Now it's time for you to see a
real slut.  Penny my love...  you will witness lust like you've never seen
before."

   The dire prediction made Betsy cry.  She desperately tried to spit the
panties out but Marty held them security in her mouth.  Suddenly her plight
seemed so hopeless and Betsy wasn't sure if she had the strength to
overcome Marty's drastic prophecy.  Suddenly Marty blocked her view of the
ceiling and the woman glared threateningly into Betsy's teary eyes. 
"Listen.  Listen good slut...  because I won't repeat myself.  You're going
to cream...  cum in Penny's mouth and show her that you are a real slut."

   Marty spread out on the bed.  She was sideways to Betsy, leaning over
her chest.  Marty put her right arm on the bed and held herself up so she
could keep her face right in front of the woman's startled eyes.  Her left
hand continued to hold the panty gag in Betsy's mouth and everyone heard
the whimpers of despair coming from the captive.

   Betsy couldn't see past the shield of Marty's body but suddenly she felt
a feather, or it felt like one.  Then she realized it was Penny's tongue.
The girl licked her entire pelvis and then she licked the inside of her
thighs.  Penny was spurred onward by the wonderful smell and the sweetest
taste.  Her tongue lashed out and grazed the tip of Betsy's slit.  The legs
were tightly closed, but it still left a small, upper portion of Betsy's
pussy exposed.  Penny could barely touch the hidden clit, but she couldn't
resist flicking her tongue between the puffy labia.

   Betsy desperately held her legs together.  Stan had long ago stopped
holding her down and he was standing off to one side merrily fisting his
prick.  Phil refused to let go of her arms, but he did relax his grip so it
was not as restrictive for his girlfriend.  Penny crouched beside Betsy's
outstretched legs trying her best to perform magic, which would please her
mistress.

   Penny had no idea what her mistress was doing, but Betsy knew.  "Spread
your legs...  open them so slut Penny can taste your cunt.  If you don't
open them this instant...  I'll kick the living shit out of you.  And then
feed your beaten ass to every fucking guy in this house," Marty said with
her voice steady and mean.  "That's it slut...  spread those lovely legs...
show me what a slut you are."

   It was the most devastating moment in her life up to that point.  Betsy
never understood how her legs parted but she certainly understood the
repercussions.  Her feet were only about a foot apart, but that was enough
for Penny.  She flipped over one leg and pounced down between the shapely
thighs.  Then her hands pushed outward on the legs and suddenly she could
see it all.

   Penny's fingers went to the pink, swollen lips and pried them part to
reveal utopia.  It took a few moments before Penny was able to move, but
then she swooped in to put her lips over the upper portion of Betsy's slit.
She tenderly forced her tongue between the pearly lips and found the secret
control button.  Penny opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire clitoris
into her burning mouth.

   Betsy arched her back but there was no escaping the hungry jaws.  "Feel
it...  feel Penny's mouth.  There is no one better at eating pussy than
Penny.  The girl sucked me inside out when she ate me.  What's it feel
like...  slut!"

   Betsy was more determined than ever.  She used every ounce of willpower
to stave off any desire or lust.  Her pretty face twisted and lines of
worry appeared, which made Marty extremely pleased.  Saliva ran out the
corners of her mouth, as Betsy tried hard to keep breathing with the gag
still in her mouth.  "Fight it.  Go ahead...  fight all you want.  We
aren't going anywhere until you do it," Marty whispered.

   The woman's burning breath made Betsy's face turn beat red.  Betsy grit
her teeth on the soaked panties, fighting with all of her strength and
resolve.  Suddenly Marty dropped down, pulling the gag out.  She lay on top
of Betsy's chest and kissed her on the lips.  At first the lips remained
closed tightly but that reversed in a heartbeat.  Marty's teeth curled
around Betsy's bottom lip and then she bit hard.  It was the kiss from
Hell. Betsy was positive she tasted blood and her mouth opened, as if to
protest.

   Then the demanding Marty grabbed a handful of hair and twisted hard. 
She aimed Betsy's head in her direction and forced her tongue into the
waiting mouth.  Marty had to search for the tongue, but she found it hiding
in the bottom of Betsy's mouth.  The timid tongue came up to fight off the
forceful approach, but then the sharp teeth closed on it too.

   Tears filled Betsy's eyes, as she felt helpless against such a powerful
woman.  All of a sudden Betsy felt more teeth.  Penny had the tiny clit
between her ivories and she nibbled on the puffy bud.  Betsy's hips jerked,
as she reacted to the sharp caresses, but that only encouraged the
determined Penny.

   All of a sudden she experienced the strangest feelings of her life. 
Everything happened at the same time.  Betsy realized her arms were free,
but still they remained above her head, thrashing wildly.  The kiss
consumed her soul like no other; the teeth nibbled nonstop on her sensitive
clitoris, and then a long, slender finger filled her steaming hole.  Betsy
knew her hips were bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm with the finger
fucking but she couldn't do anything about it.

   Betsy never considered her collapse as surrender.  It was merely the
evolution of a sexual encounter and she willingly let her juices flow
freely into the hungry mouth.  Penny was a pro and her tongue and teeth
worked feverishly in harmony to consume Betsy's lust.  She tasted the cream
and sucked even harder, knowing what it would do to Betsy's resolve.

   There was the briefest moment when Betsy rode the crest, teetering high
in the air.  Then the dam broke and the orgasm flooded her good judgment.
Her body belonged to the devil and Betsy let the climax overwhelm all of
her emotions.

   ***

   Oh, gawd, what a night, Betsy thought as she remembered that night with
Marty.  It didn't require any encouragement for the men to act.  Betsy
vividly remembered having the feeling of total helplessness.  She felt the
overpowering urge to let Marty retain control and sensed that the woman
merely tolerated Phil and Stan when they had intercourse with her slave. 
Marty held Betsy the whole time, as first Phil, and then Stan ravaged her
beaten body.

   Betsy remembered thinking at the time that it would be Phil's last
stand. Their relationship was over.  She submitted to the sexual encounter
and tried to let her mind go off into some blank space.  Betsy was thankful
for Marty's tender caresses and it made the disgusting sex go by much
easier.  As soon as Phil emptied his load, Stan mounted her.  Again Betsy
merely closed her eyes and let it happen.  She felt Stan's momentum build
quickly and it was over in a flash.

   Thinking back on the worst night of her life, Betsy wondered if the
drastic episode left any permanent scares.  Just when Betsy thought it was
over, Marty had something else to prove.  The woman yearned to display her
ultimate control over the sexiest woman and her outburst took Betsy by
surprise.  Marty ordered her to eat her out.  "Do it.  Lick my pussy... 
make me cum all over your slut tongue," she whispered in Betsy's ear.  "Eat
me...  or else!"

   Betsy heard the dire remark but she didn't react fast enough.  All of a
sudden Marty grabbed her by the hair and sat her up straight.  Then she
slapped Betsy so hard across the face that it snapped her head to the side.
Betsy was stunned.  Suddenly her head was rotated to the front and she
stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes.  "Get between my legs...  now!  Lick
my pussy," Marty hissed.  "Get on your hands and knees so you can put your
sexy ass in the air...  so Penny can fuck it."

   It took about five seconds for the controlling woman to get the slave on
her hands and knees.  Marty yanked on Betsy's hair and she guided the
whimpering woman between her legs.  Betsy's cheek was on fire.  The slap
had robbed any measure of dignity still left in her and Betsy felt her face
shoved into the woman's wetness.  The hair on her head hurt so bad that
Betsy was afraid to struggle for fear Marty would pull harder.

   Suddenly Betsy didn't want to think about that night any longer.  The
group stayed in Marty's bedroom the whole night and it was Betsy's biggest
nightmare.  She refused to recall how many times she was molested and
forced to have sex.  It was a chapter that wasn't pleasant but one that had
to be included in her life story.  She remembered falling asleep in the
middle of the night but being awaken by Phil and Stan.  The nightmare
continued until she finally fell asleep in complete exhaustion.

   ***

   Betsy woke up with the heat and sun filling the enclosed bedroom.  Phil
and Marty were already up but the other three lay strewn on top of the
messy bed.  Betsy had a sheet covering her nudity but the other two had
nothing.  Her head hurt; her eyes burned so bad it was hard to keep them
open, and she was famished.  She heard the shower running and assumed one
of the missing villains was in there.

   A sudden tremor shot through her head with the recollection of what Phil
told her during the night.  Betsy was going to try and recall when that was
but suddenly realized it really didn't matter.  Phil told her that he knew
about Thomas, as the house had many ears and eyes.  He informed her that he
wanted one last fling before setting her free.  He merely told her it was a
nice ride while it lasted but he realized their relationship was over.

   Of course that happened in the middle of the night.  Then Betsy
remembered when Phil jumped her bones for one last ride and how the rest
took liberties.  She shivered with the memory.  Suddenly Betsy needed to
end her relationship with Phil and end the life chapter and her
recollection returned to Marty's bedroom.

   Abruptly Betsy jumped out of bed.  She passed Phil coming out of the
bathroom wearing a towel and they just said good morning.  Betsy had a
quick shower and then she had to get out of the place.  Dressed in a
t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and with a little money, she was gone.  She
found a little restaurant several blocks away and just sat there eating and
musing.  How did it all happen?  Was I to blame?  Betsy kept wondering what
went wrong?

   When she got back to the house, everyone was already down at the beach.
Since it was the last day of what was considered summer holidays, everyone
wanted to push it to the limit.  Betsy contemplated calling someone to come
out and pick her up, but she decided to accept Phil's offer for a ride
home. It meant spending the entire afternoon at the beach but it was her
only option unless she could catch a ride with someone else.

   Betsy headed for the beach wanting to catch up on some needed zees.  She
napped but her daydreaming was soon interrupted when Penny and Flipper
decided to join her.  Penny put her towel down next to Betsy's chair and
immediately started rubbing lotion on herself.  Betsy offered to do her
back and the two women huddled closer.

   All of a sudden Betsy noticed that Penny was not smiling.  The same
smile Penny always had was gone and she appeared troubled.  Betsy took
special care in massaging the girl's back and shoulders, trying to show her
that she cared.  "It's okay...  everything's okay."

   Penny couldn't look at the adorable woman.  "I'm sorry...  so sorry. 
She made me do it...  and I didn't want to," she whispered.  Suddenly Penny
realized her mistake.  "No!  Well, I did...  really wanted to touch you,
but not like that." Betsy realized that Penny was sincere and that she was
merely following orders last night.  She shuddered thinking of what
happened during the night and how she reacted to everything Penny did.

   Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Marty.  The woman
abruptly appeared with three strangers and the grin on her face sent
shivers through Betsy and Penny.  "Love!  Penny...  I have some guys that
would like to meet you.  We're heading to the house...  please join us."

   The woman's statements sounded more like orders than anything else. 
Marty motioned towards the three men waiting off to one side and she gave
the girl no choice.  "Here...  let me get your towel.  Now...  let's go!"

   Penny stood up, grabbing her beach bag to leave.  Her head went from
side to side looking at Betsy and Marty and her expression conveyed the
hopelessness of the situation.  Betsy felt sorry for the girl but she was
not about to help Penny out in any way.  She had already decided to not
have anything else to do with the conniving Marty.

   Just before Marty turned to leave, she squatted next to Betsy's chair.
She rested her forearm on the chair and stared straight into Betsy's
bewildered eyes.  "You can come...  join us.  Since you like to watch... 
you can get nice and close this time," Marty whispered.

   The sarcasm was thick when Betsy responded.  "No, thanks.  I'll pass."

   "Your mouth says not but your nipples say yes."

   Betsy stared into the woman's eyes almost daring her to do something. 
Then Marty did and Betsy almost fainted.  Marty's fingers reached out and
brushed across the ends of both boobs.  Betsy had thrown out the challenge
but suddenly she was too dumbfounded to move when the woman accepted. 
Marty's fingers lightly caressed her nipples and Betsy just sat still and
it quickly turned into a cat and mouse game.

   "Penny will suck those luscious nipples."

   "No.  I don't think so."

   "I've never seen anyone cum like you did last night..."

   "I'm glad you liked it."

   "Yes, it was fantastic.  But you'll be doing Penny a favor if you join
us."

   "Not today.  I'm heading home right away."

   "Too bad!  When I told the guys how you like to watch...  watch a
gangbang, they were totally aroused."

   "Well, I don't really like watching such awful scenes."

   "Honest!  But you should have seen yourself last night...  fucking
amazing the way you came when Penny ate you."

   "Please...  no more."

   Suddenly Marty pinched both nipples and rolled them around.  She didn't
care who was looking.  "That's more like it...  begging like you did last
night.  I can't remember getting more excited when I heard you beg for
it... just like a real slut."

   Betsy was speechless.  Marty gave her nipples a twist and then she let
them go.  The woman looked like a snake ready to pounce on a little mouse.
"I don't have time for this now...  but you know!  You know I can make you
do anything?  Make you act like a slut...  don't you?"

   Betsy didn't know what to say.  She was steadfast in not submitting
again to the bitch, but Marty's threats sent shivers through her body. 
Suddenly Betsy wondered what she would do if Marty pulled her out of the
chair and ordered her to come?  What if Marty ordered her to join the crowd
in the house?  Did she have enough courage to resist the woman?

   All of a sudden Marty stood and departed.  She quickly joined her group
and they all headed for the house.  Betsy noticed how Penny was surrounded
by Marty on one side and a stranger on the other.  Marty had her arm around
Penny's shoulders in an effort to console the girl, but it was the man who
drew Betsy's stare.  His right hand was on Penny's back and suddenly
shifted downwards and directly onto the girl's butt.  Betsy noticed how he
squeezed and felt Penny's ass and there was no retaliation of any kind.

   Betsy almost jumped out of her skin.  Unexpectedly Phil was beside her
and he poked her in the side to get her attention.  He said to relax and
enjoy what was left of the long weekend.  Luckily for Betsy, Phil decided
to leave his volleyball buddies so he could drive her home.  She
desperately wanted to make a fast getaway even though it meant the end of
summer.  Betsy felt pangs of sadness thinking of no longer spending time at
Phil's wonderful beach house.

   The trip was silent for the first few miles, but then they started a
light conversation.  Nothing was said about ending the love affair but both
knew it was over.  Suddenly Betsy sat up on the spare bed she was using for
reminiscing.  The life story was evolving and another chapter came to a
close.  A chapter that taught her many life lessons so it was not all bad.

   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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