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Hi,
 
I am attaching a new chapter to 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 Six - A Love Affair With Thomas Continues with Susan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***The End Was Near

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***New Orleans and Doris.

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

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

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

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

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

   ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Then Doris kissed her and caressed her all over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Doris held her hands and encouraged Betsy to continue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***Playacting...  or not?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Raise your leg higher...  higher."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***A demon in the morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***Betsy discovers a secret.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***Faithful Betsy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   THE END

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

   Please send me your feedback, as I always grateful to hear what readers
think of my stories.  Any suggestions or ideas will be much appreciated.  

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