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Hi,
 
I am attaching a new chapter for 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 Eight

   Betsy felt good about letting Jim down easy and she was glad he took the
breakup without any hard feelings.  The fact he got a great job offer in
the Midwest, skillfully arranged by his father, was probably the biggest
reason Jim didn't get hurt badly by the breakup.  There was no doubt in
Betsy's mind that Bernie would, and could, do almost anything to achieve a
goal.  Whether it was a business or a personal goal didn't matter to a man
with power and influence.

   Her life story continued with the recollection of her last conversation
with Bernie.  He contacted her a few months after that eventful week at
Martha's Vineyard and said he was forever grateful for how she handled the
breakup with his son.  Funny, she thought at the time, he was the one who
planned and pretty much arranged everything, so it should be him giving
himself a pat on the back.  During that phone call, Bernie asked for only
one favor.  He had a very important CEO customer and his wife visiting New
Orleans in a few days and needed someone to show the couple around the
area.

   Betsy would always feel indebted to Bernie.  The fact she had received
money from the man and he had arranged for her teaching job at the local
university were definite reasons for Betsy agreeing to be a tour guide. 
She also liked Bernie a lot, which was the big determining factor in
helping out the man.  The plans were set over the phone for the couple to
arrive on Thursday and leave on the following Monday.

   Betsy met them at the airport.  Ned was a handsome man in his mid 50's
and he was very distinguished looking with a tall build, neat grey hair and
a very muscular appearance.  His wife Carol was in her late 40's and she
was dressed to the nines, looking like a rich, classy lady.  The last
impression a person would get from looking at the couple was that they were
anything but refined and upstanding.

   Ned was one of the most influential CEO's in the country and his wife
was a real socialite.  They were a nice couple and acted prim and proper
with everyone.  After picking them up at the airport, Betsy showed them
around the city.  They visited some of the historical sites and Betsy
dropped them off at their hotel suite fairly early.  It had been a long
trip and they were exhausted, so she agreed to delay any more touring until
the next day.

   Again on Friday, they visited landmarks and points of interest.  Betsy
spent much more time with Carol during the tour, as Ned fielded numerous
business calls.  She liked Carol a lot and quickly realized the woman was
completely devoted to her husband.

   On Saturday, Betsy took them to see the famous downtown area.  Ned had
his video camera and took shots of everything including many of Carol and
Betsy in front of all the famous landmarks.  The couple wanted to see the
location where women bared their breasts for a mere string of cheap beads.
Carol had suggested Betsy bring a change of clothes when she picked them up
that day, as they planned taking her out to a very ritzy restaurant after
touring.

   It was a very hot, sunny day so the two women had a shower at the
couple's suite before getting dressed for the night out.  Betsy smiled at
the recollection of seeing Carol naked for the first time.  She was older
than Betsy but Carol had obviously kept herself in excellent shape.  Betsy
instantly thought of that Seinfeld show with guest star Teri Hatcher and
she wondered if Carol's were real.  Carol's boobs were amazing for a woman
her age and definitely eye candy for any man...  and woman, Betsy thought
with a chuckle.

   It was funny at the time, as the two women got dressed for an elegant
night out.  Carol noticed Betsy's stare and immediately confessed to having
silicone boobs.  "These were Ned's Christmas present a few years ago," she
said grinning happily at Betsy.  "I can make him do anything with these...
funny what a man will do for a great set of tits.  You should know!"
Carol's acknowledgement that she thought Betsy had nice boobs was nice to
hear and Betsy's confidence soared after that.

   Betsy got along with Carol better than ever after the humorous
interlude. They chatted like long-lost friends and Ned couldn't have been
happier.  Dinner was great and he made sure the wine never stopped coming.
Betsy's head was spinning when they returned to the couple's suite by cab,
as there was no way she could drive in such a condition.  Ned suggested a
nightcap and it was only natural for Betsy to go up to the couple's suite
with them.  Carol and Betsy sat on the sofa drinking while Ned rushed off
to another room, returning with his camera.

   Betsy remembered the night as one of those spontaneous events that just
seemed to occur.  No planning or forethought at all and things merely
happened.  Ned started taking pictures of the two women and then he begged
them to look sexy.  The next thing Betsy knew, Carol had her hands all over
her and her blouse was completely undone.  Ned kept taking pictures and
pleading for them to look even sexier.

   Suddenly her head was buzzing like mad and her actions, at the time,
were most likely very erratic from too much alcohol.  When Carol stripped
Betsy's blouse and then took her own off, Betsy merely smiled knowing she
was having a good time.  She had no intentions of having sex with anyone,
but merely posing for a bunch of innocent pictures.

   Betsy and Carol posed topless on the sofa and Ned's camera never stopped
taking pictures of the two sexy, gorgeous women.  Ned took lots of pictures
and then he pleaded for something more risqué.  Betsy wasn't sure how she
got naked, but looking back on it, she was positive that she didn't put up
any fight against it.  She was sure Carol undressed her or the woman kept
talking her into undressing.

   Then Betsy recalled how Carol suggested they perform more intimate poses
for her husband.  At the time Betsy felt a little odd doing suggestive and
provocative things with the man's wife, as he filmed everything.  Carol
wouldn't take no for an answer and she kissed Betsy while implying there
was much more to come.  When the woman rubbed her body against her, Betsy
reluctantly surrendered to the pressure of being the night's entertainment
for the couple.

   Her life story seemed out of control.  Betsy wondered if anyone reading
her version of things would ask her how this seduction could happen to a
sane, logical woman.  But she really didn't have an answer.  Suddenly she
was lying on a bed with Carol giving the performance of her life and Ned
was recording it all with his camera.

   So many things happened and it was hard keeping track of everything she
did.  Betsy remembered how Carol was not overly aggressive, but merely
sneaky enough to stay one-step ahead.  Her hands were all over and Betsy
tried in vain to stop the brazen groping and fondling.  It must have
appeared like two teenagers rolling around on the bed and Ned found the
struggle very arousing.  His charming wife swiftly had their sexy guest at
her mercy.

   Betsy remained in dreamland wondering if she should include all the
sordid details of that night in her life story.  She remembered the episode
as the one time in her life where she would have done anything asked of
her. 'Just fuck me and let me go home,' Betsy thought at the time.  She
acted like a toy robot from the combination of too much booze; from the
fact she was stimulated into a frenzied state by the devious Carol and from
thinking she was doing a huge favor for Bernie.

   Abruptly Betsy decided that a meager recap of the fateful night would
suffice for her life story.  She was getting tired of being the underdog
and the one that succumbed to devious schemes.  It started out with the two
women posing and doing things for the camera.  Betsy remembered rolling
around on the bed with the naked woman and that Carol used every trick in
the book to crop feels of her luscious body.

   The next stage quickly developed with Carol taking the camera from her
husband.  Betsy was forced to suck Ned's cock and she began a long, tedious
blowjob.  It was during the blowjob that she wound up on her hands and
knees, crouched on the bed between Ned's legs.  She recalled glancing
towards a mirror on the dresser and catching two images that still made her
shudder.  The red light of the camera was glowing, but there was no Carol
at the control.  The camera was propped on the dresser and recording
everything that happened on the bed.  Carol was in the mirror's image and
she had an empty bottle of champagne in her hands.

   Betsy stared at the reflection not believing it was really herself being
ravaged by Carol.  Suddenly she felt the haunting feeling of having a
bottle pressed against her precious womanhood and then being fucked with
it. She yearned for the fucking to stop, but she didn't do anything other
than continue to suck Ned's cock.  Betsy remembered putting extra effort
into the blowjob.  She desperately used one hand on his balls and the other
pumped the hard shaft in an effort to end the man's stamina in a hurry.

   That was the beginning of things to come.  Carol's husband filled her
mouth with burning lava and then the woman was beside Betsy, giving orders
in her ear.  "Do it.  Use the bottle and fuck yourself.  I want Ned to
watch you fucking yourself with the bottle."

   She was at a loss to explain how any sane woman could use a bottle to
gain sexual gratification.  Lying on the bed in her spare bedroom was hard,
as that Saturday night flashed through her memory.  The images of defiling
herself in front of the married couple still haunted Betsy when she
remembered doing it until experiencing a degrading climax.  The tremors of
a self-induced orgasm were barely over when she was given more orders.

   "That was wonderful.  Now I want to watch you suck Ned's prick again,"
Carol whispered.  "That was the best blowjob...  ever!  I thought I'd die
when you swallowed...  all of his cum.  Now you can get Ned hard...  so I
can watch him fuck you."

   The woman couldn't stop talking.  "That was great...  using the bottle.
And those tits...  you have such amazing tits."

   "My God, I love watching those beauties bounce...  jiggle all around."

   "You have the most amazing titties, my love."

   Suddenly Betsy found herself crouched over Carol's husband again.  She
was shocked by the man's rejuvenation, as his pecker quickly grew in size.
Carol remained at the controls.  She used the camera to catch all of the
sordid details and loved the fact her husband was getting his cock sucked
again.  "Yes!  Put your hand on it.  I love watching your fingers surround
Ned's prick...  and your mouth sucking on his knob."

   Once Ned had intercourse with her, Betsy hoped her ordeal was over for
the night but she was mistaken.  The threesome continued all night and into
early morning.  At one point Ned wanted Betsy to fuck her ass with the
bottle, but she drew the line at that.  The compromise was only slightly
better, as Ned fucked her, and Carol used her finger on Betsy's ass. 
Thankfully the only way any of them got any sleep was when Ned moved into
the common room and left the two women in bed together.  Betsy was too
exhausted to care that Carol hugged her and they fell asleep in each
other's arms.

   ***Sunday.

   Through the fog, Betsy tried to recall how Sunday turned into such an
eventful day.  She was standing in front of the bathroom vanity mirror, at
about ten in the morning, and she was blow-drying her hair.  Carol was
right behind her and the woman had her hands roaming the front of Betsy's
torso, paying particular attention to the two upstanding buds.  Carol toyed
with her nipples making sure they were fully erect and all Betsy did was
keep drying her hair.

   Carol and Betsy had just finished showering after the long, sweaty
night. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that the woman was prepping
her for her husband, who was probably waiting for his delectable play-toy.
Now she looked back at that morning and realized that she was partly
correct, but it wasn't only Ned she was getting ready for.

   Both women donned luxurious robes when they left the bathroom.  The
suite only had the one big room with a separate bedroom and the women
joined Ned at the eating area for something to eat.  Betsy didn't normally
drink alcohol in the morning, but she hated to refuse Ned's gracious offer
to a seemingly tasteful, fruit drink.  Looking back on it now, she thought
of being far more skeptical next time...  if there was a next time.  She
consumed the drink without hesitation and by the second drink Betsy
realized there was something strange.

   Then she had one more glass at Ned's insistence and suddenly her tongue
felt too thick to pronounce her words properly.  As funny as it seemed
today, at the time her mind was sharp and fully alive, but somehow her body
didn't do what her brain wanted.  Suddenly she remembered how her body
seemed to betray her mind.  She never wanted to have sex, but when she
looked at Ned, her breasts tingled and her nipples throbbed so bad it was
hard to ignore the extra stimulation.  Betsy couldn't understand how come
she was so wet between her legs.  Her vagina seemed to throb with the
thought of having Ned inside of her precious womanhood.

   After the third drink, Betsy was oblivious to the sudden knock at the
door.  Carol answered and immediately invited two couples in.  They entered
the big room and the guests confronted Betsy with big, knowing grins on
their faces.  Betsy thought nothing of it at the time, as her head was
spinning in a world of it's own when the couples approached her.

   Apparently Ned got his rocks off watching and Carol was submissive
enough to perform for him with strangers.  Betsy presumed they would all
sit around and have something to eat, but now she could see that she was
the one on the brunch menu.

   She remembered experiencing the strangest feelings.  It seemed
impossible to move her arms or legs, but yet she could see everything
happening like it was in slow motion.  Betsy thought, 'just fuck me... 
then let me go home.' Her eyes were glazed over, but she still focused on
what was happening.  The two men were average looking; both appeared very
successful businessmen and about 40 years old.  One of the women was very
skinny with no meat on her bones while the other was chubby with very large
boobs.  True to her fashion, Betsy nicknamed them Skinny and Chubby Girl.

   Betsy later found out that the couples were married and junior partners
in Ned's flourishing business.  Skinny was considerably younger than her
husband and closer to Betsy's age.  She was a little taller than Betsy and
her very slender frame actually appeared more like a teenage girl's.  She
had no waistline because she was so thin, but the woman did have nice
boobs, which was surprising considering how skinny she was.

   Chubby Girl was about two inches shorter than Betsy.  She too didn't
have a waistline but for entirely different reasons.  What stood out most
on the woman was her enormous breasts, which jiggled and swayed every time
the woman moved.  She was a pretty woman, but as soon as you met her, you
could tell she was overly submissive.  Betsy sensed that Skinny controlled
every move that Chubby Girl made.

   Each time Skinny looked at her, Betsy felt Goosebumps from the woman's
overpowering stare.  Rather than get another chair, Carol stood behind
Betsy while everyone else sat down at the table.  The woman had her hands
on Betsy's shoulders acting like she was giving her a massage.  The men
started talking business, but none of them took their eyes off the staged
performance.

   Betsy felt Carol's hands innocently separate the top of her robe enough
so that an abundant amount of cleavage was displayed to the eager
onlookers. She dearly wanted to grab the opening and keep it closed, but
some strange power made her sit motionless, letting the woman reveal more
and more of her breasts.  Abruptly Betsy felt cool air washing over her
boobs and she knew her robe was hanging open.  She didn't look down when
fingers deftly massaged her titties and then the fingers pinched her
nipples ever so skillfully.

   When it happened, Betsy rolled her head backwards and looked up at
Carol. She remembered clearly having the urge to protest and tell Carol to
stop, but nothing came out of her mouth.  Suddenly she was on her feet and
being guided across the room.  Her feet moved voluntarily even though she
understood the dire consequences of being led into the bedroom.  Then the
hands!  Too many hands to fight off and her eyes opened wide in amazement
when her robe was stripped from her body.

   All of a sudden Betsy was standing still in front of a closed bedroom
door and someone was beside her.  Her robe had been discarded in a heap on
the floor and Skinny had taken her hand from Carol.  Betsy turned her head
to the side and she stared into the woman's paralyzing eyes.  She felt like
a mouse in front of a snake when Skinny spoke to the men who were still
sitting at the table.  "One hour.  Give me one hour with this princess...
then you can have her," she whispered.

   Suddenly Skinny opened the door and all four women entered the bedroom.
Skinny closed the door and immediately let everyone know who was in-charge.
The woman didn't have to say a word to Carol or Chubby and she used mere
hand signals to indicate they should undress.  Skinny faced Betsy, who
acted like she was a zombie.  She glared into Betsy's bewildered eyes when
she spoke.  "Take my clothes off, now!" Skinny commanded.

   Betsy did as ordered.  When she got down to the woman's panties, which
was the last garment, Betsy felt a hand on the top of her head.  Skinny put
her other hand on Betsy's shoulder and slowly guided Betsy to her knees. 
In a daze, Betsy slowly reached for the lacy panties and slowly lowered
them to the floor.  "Lunch time," the woman said while pushing Betsy face
into her crotch.  "I should have asked for more time...  this cutie is so
drugged that she might turn out to be the energizer bunny."

   Skinny held Betsy's head tighter into her hotbox knowing she was in
complete charge.  Betsy tried hard to tilt her head upwards so she could
see the woman.  She remembered looking up at Skinny who appeared like a 14
or 15 year old with the biggest grin across her beautiful face.  Her next
command caught Betsy slightly off guard.  "Foreplay is over, honey.  Get on
the bed...  it's fucking time," she whispered with her voice stern and
unyielding.  "Get that gorgeous ass on the bed and let mama show you what
lezzy action is all about."

   Her strength and power were astounding.  Skinny easily forced Betsy onto
the bed.  Betsy landed all sprawled out and the woman was on her before she
could move.  "You just lay still and let Mistress show you some lovin',"
Skinny whispered.  "Now open those beautiful legs for me...  show Mistress
what you are hiding," she whispered, almost daring Betsy to disobey.

   Betsy remembered the scene with the images of herself being trapped.  It
was a perfect setup.  She had willingly spent all Saturday night with Ned
and Carol and now she was expected to be the entertainment for their
guests. She desperately wanted to stop what Skinny was doing to her, but
didn't quite know how.

   All of a sudden the woman pinned Betsy's body to the mattress.  Skinny
pressed against the right side of Betsy's body and she lay directly on top
of her outstretched right arm.  Both of the other women were on the other
side of Betsy holding her left arm out to the side.  Suddenly Skinny
reached under Betsy's head and she cupped the back of her head, digging her
fingers into the curly hair.  "I love spanking bald pussies," Skinny
whispered putting her lips right next to Betsy's ear.

   Betsy twisted but escape seemed impossible.  Then Skinny jerked her head
to the side and stared into Betsy's teary eyes.  "Yes!  I love spanking
pussies...  then fucking them until they cream all over my fingers."

   "Dear gawd...  please don't hurt me," Betsy moaned.

   "Open those legs for me.  Show me that beautiful cunt," Skinny whispered
again.

   "Please!  I...  I..."

   Skinny jerked hard on Betsy's hair and glared at her.  "You heard
Mistress!"

   Betsy vividly remembered the ensuing cat and mouse game, as it played
out making the three women thoroughly thrilled.  Every time Skinny jerked
on Betsy's head, her legs opened wider.  Then there was one or two loud
slaps before Betsy closed her legs again.  Eventually it felt like her
scalp was on fire so Betsy decided it was best to obey the woman, so she
left her legs spread.

   Then the spanking took on a surreal appearance, which was extremely slow
and deliberate.  Skinny's eyes bulged, as she watched the gorgeous woman's
hips bounce up and down every time she spanked her.  Her grip on Betsy's
hair tightened and she held the head perfectly steady, so she could stare
into the tear-filled eyes.  "Good girl...  that's the way Mistress wants
her baby to act."

   Betsy desperately wanted to close her legs and stop the harsh spanking.
Skinny made sure her fingers slapped the narrow space between Betsy's legs
and the sounds were probably more defeating than the actual physical
punishment.

   "Please, don't.  You're hurting me," Betsy cried.

   "My love!  Do you know how to make Mistress stop?"

   "Oh, gawd.  Please stop."

   "I said...  do you know how to make me stop?"

   "Oh, please.  I'll do anything."

   "Yes, my love.  Show me that sweet cunt...  keep those legs spread."

   "I am...  gawd, I am."

   "Such a beautiful cunt, too."

   "Please...  please stop!"

   "Oh, Mistress will stop...  when you cream."

   Betsy squirmed, but she was unable to find a more comfortable position,
as the woman spanked her precious crotch.  Suddenly the realization hit her
hard.  "Gawd, no!  That's impossible...  I can't do that."

   "Oh, my love...  you will cum for me, or else!"

   Her whole body was on fire, especially her upraised pelvis and pussy. 
"Oh please.  Gawd, it hurts...  please don't hit me."

   "Cum, my love...  cum, or else." Skinny noticed Betsy's body sort of
quiver and then go into some sort of convulsions.

   "Dear gawd, I can't!"

   "But my love...  it looks like you want to."

   "No.  Never!  It's impossible; I can't."

   Skinny peered at the inflamed flesh and made sure her fingers struck the
immense wetness directly in the middle of the puffy labia.  The lips
appeared swollen and extremely red, as the woman continued the spanking. 
"You know how to make me stop...  don't you?"

   Betsy was out of her mind, not knowing what else to do.  She obediently
held her legs splayed hoping the woman would show some mercy.  That never
happened, as she felt her pussy lips separate with each blow.  "Dear
gawd... what's happening to me?"

   "That's my girl...  spread those beautiful legs and let Mistress see
your cunt.  Wider...  wider," she hissed, and then kissed Betsy on the
lips.

   Betsy's world collapsed with the heated kiss.  The woman pulled her hair
and mashed her lips hard against Betsy's.  Skinny's tongue darted inside
her mouth and in no time Betsy was completely out of breath.

   All of a sudden Skinny broke the overpowering kiss.  Betsy's chest
heaved in and out, as she gasped for more air into her lungs, and she tried
desperately to regain her composure.  Skinny noticed the velvety hips
thrashing all over the bed and knew Betsy had given up.  "Fuck me, baby...
just like that."

   Suddenly Betsy realized what was happening.  She closed her eyes tightly
and couldn't bear seeing the satisfied grin on the woman's face.  "No,
no... dear gawd, nooooo!"

   "Yes, baby...  keep cumming."

   "No, I can't...  it can't be!"

   "Baby, you should see it.  Amazing...  fucking amazing!"

   The mistake was a common one for Betsy, as she struggled to tighten
every muscle in an attempt to halt the impending orgasm.  "No!  Gawd, no."

   Abruptly Skinny stopped spanking and grabbed the dangling clitoris with
her fingertips.  She pinched the tiny bud hard and yanked it entirely out
of its red, swollen shell.  "You're the best...  best fuck, ever!"

   Looking back on the horrible incident, Betsy reasoned too many things
caused her enormous climax.  First the demoralizing spanking robbed her
sanity, but then it was the woman's constant verbal assault.  Every time
Betsy's determination quieted the lust, Skinny intimated her with more
verbal abuse.  All of a sudden Skinny's skilled hand fucked her like a
crazed madwoman.  Two, maybe three, fingers were buried inside and the palm
was still able to press against the puffy clitoris when Skinny plunged her
fingers deeper.

   Chubby stared at the scene of animal lust, knowing that her girlfriend
was too powerful to resist.  Skinny's hand was a blur, as she pumped her
fingers in and out of the defenseless slave.  There was no doubt the
struggle was over and Chubby listened to the ending.  "Keep cumming!  Yes,
cream all over my fingers.  Just like that, baby...  just like your
Mistress demands."

   ***

   Betsy remembered the feeling she had years ago.  She submitted to the
young woman and allowed Skinny to break her will.  After the first hour of
training, Betsy realized she was unable to stop Skinny from controlling her
actions.  Suddenly Betsy wondered if, 'unwilling,' wasn't a more probable
word to use for when she succumbed to the woman's power.

   The flashback continued.  Betsy was naked on the king-sized bed and
Chubby Girl started feeling her boobs like they were softballs.  Chubby
squeezed and massaged Betsy's tits until they hurt.  The woman pinched both
nipples, as hard as she could, while pulling them out from Betsy's chest.

   At the time Betsy thought of protesting and even trying harder to flee
the room.  Then she relented believing she was doing it as a favor to
Bernie.  From that point in the evening, she merely let things happen.  She
heard the director telling her that it was time to satisfy another woman.
Skinny whispered directions in her ear and she obeyed the woman's every
command, as unbelievable as it seemed to Betsy, today.

   Betsy remembered having the feeling that she would suffocate.  Her face
was forced between Chubby Girl's oversized tits and Skinny purposely held
her friend's boobs on the sides of Betsy's flushed face.  Chubby Girl
clutched the hair on the back of Betsy's head and she pulled hard into her
sagging boobs.  There seemed no alternative but to suck and molest Chubby's
titties so Betsy did just that.

   Betsy never knew she slobbered all over Chubby Girl's tits until the
woman rubbed her face in the immense saliva.  Every time she tried to pull
back and stop touching the woman's titties, her protests merely got the
woman more stimulated.  Betsy tried hard to visualize everything, as it
transpired that night.  At the time her sedated mind merely followed
directions without any consciousness of what she was doing.

   The skinny girl was in command and she never condoned disobedience from
any of her cast of actors.  Eventually she went to the door and invited the
men into the room.  Betsy was madly trying to satisfy a stubborn woman when
she felt strong, demanding hands on her lower body.  She took everything in
with a quick glance.  Ned had a camera in his hands and he was obviously
enjoying the fact his wife and friends had a new play-toy.  There was a
gangbang in the offering and he was thoroughly thrilled with watching and
recording all of the sordid particulars.

   Time ceased to mean anything to Betsy.  Through the fog, she saw herself
being pushed overtop of Chubby Girl.  For the first time in her life Chubby
had someone to do her dirty work.  She flopped onto her back and pulled
Betsy roughly by the hair until her slave was positioned properly between
her splayed legs.  Betsy remembered staring down at the hairy beast and
wondering if she was going to be sick.

   All of a sudden her face was brushed and tickled by strands of hair and
the thick thighs were around her head.  Betsy could see it all clearly, as
the passage of time must have enabled her to understand.  Ned had used
alcohol and drugs to put her out of her mind and then the skinny bitch took
over.  She was the director and Ned continued to get his trills from
watching the woman instill havoc on the rest.  The man truly loved having
his wife involved in everything and he loved watching Carol with Betsy.

   Suddenly Betsy felt someone taking advantage of her precarious position.
She was lying on her belly trying her best to perform cunnilingus on Chubby
Girl, which left her completely vulnerable from behind.  Betsy caught mere
glimpses of the others.  Ned was hovering beside the bed and he kept the
camera whirling.  One of the other men was on his knees and he shoved his
cock directly into Chubby Girl's face.  Betsy could hear loud sucking
sounds and she knew the woman was performing an admirable blowjob.

   The other husband was right behind Carol who was in the perfect doggie
stance.  The man's hips moved back and forth and every time he thrust
forward, Carol let out a loud grunt.  Betsy noticed that Ned never missed
the lewd action, as his camera was pointed in his wife's direction.  It was
Carol's upper body that Betsy couldn't see but she certainly felt the
woman's actions.  Carol forced Betsy's legs apart and she buried her face
between the delectable ass cheeks.

   Betsy realized the entire evening was going to be nothing but a
gangbang. When she recalled Skinny's warning to Carol, it still made her
cringe, even in her realistic dream of the past.  "I'll slap you silly if
you make her cum.  I don't want my little tart to have an orgasm until the
end.  I want her fucked by my husband...  while she's giving a blowjob to
Earl."

   It seemed like forever since the initial humiliation when Betsy's
dignity was robbed by Skinny.  The bed was a roller coaster, moving up and
down with all of the furious action.  Betsy did her best to please Chubby
while the woman faithfully sucked on a stiff cock.  Ned moved the camera to
capture all of the ecstasy and he knew exactly when to focus on shameless
lust.  He recorded his friend's climax as the man shot his massive load
down Chubby's throat.

   The woman was in a seated position and some globs of cum ran out of the
corners of her mouth, dropping onto Betsy's head.  Ned then filmed his wife
who performed an admirable job of licking Betsy's snatch, taking her up the
rocky mountain of lust.  All of a sudden Chubby Girl dug her fingers into
Betsy's hair in desperation, which could only mean one thing.  The woman
experienced an orgasm even though Betsy's tongue had stopped moving. 
Chubby placed her fingers over top of her own clitty and she rubbed it
around in the abundant juices leaking from her inner being.

   Ned deviously caught his other buddy who had a raging hard-on.  He was
rubbing his rod all over Carol who still had her face buried in Betsy's
crotch.  At first Ned thought Skinny's husband was going to fuck Carol, but
then he heard what direction the gangbang was headed.

   Ned zeroed in on Skinny's face.  "That's it darling...  let the
sweet-ass bitch eat you out.  Cum all over her face," Skinny whispered,
with the extremely excitement evident on her pretty face.

   Skinny's eyes blazed when she turned her attention from Chubby to her
husband.  "Honey!  Lay down and get ready...  she's going to ride you like
a monster.  I can tell," she said.  "She's the best one we've ever had...
and now I want to watch you fuck her silly."

   There was a scurry of motion before Skinny's husband wound up on his
back.  His erection throbbed madly, as it jerked up and down on his tummy.
Skinny couldn't keep her hands off her husband and she deftly grabbed his
hard-on and held it straight in the air.  Betsy remembered it like it was
yesterday.  She was ordered to sit on the upraised cock and it didn't
matter whether she wanted to, or not.  She was manhandled by Skinny and her
partners and forced on top of the man's hips.

   Betsy's legs bent in half and she was positioned so that she crouched
directly over the ominous erection.  She felt the man's pecker brushing
along the narrow band between her legs and it was impossible to prevent the
bulbous head from hitting the delicate opening.  Skinny held her husband's
stellar cock straight up and ordered her slave to sit on it.  All Betsy
could do was put her hands on the man's belly and try to keep her torso
lifted enough to keep his pecker from entering her womanhood.

   Just as she grinned with satisfaction, as she held herself up, one of
the others grabbed her shoulders and pushed downward with all their might.
All the air rushed out of her lungs when the man's cock embedded to the
hilt and all was lost.  All of a sudden she was viciously bounced up and
down, which made her boobs sway and jiggle wildly in a most seductive
manner.  She remembered thinking at the time, 'that's gotta hurt...  and
leave a mark,' as Skinny slapped her boobs making them flounder around even
more.

   Before Betsy could evade or do anything to stop Earl, he thrust his
semi-hard pecker in her face.  Her hands went up to protect her face, but
it didn't prevent the man from attaining his goal.  He forced her lips
apart and shoved his cock into her hot mouth.  Suddenly Betsy was the
center of attention and the gangbang had one central character.  One man
ensured she stayed fully embedded on his ramrod by holding onto her slender
waist, as he fucked her.  Another man received a wonderful blowjob while
Skinny used physical force to satisfy her greedy desire for power and lust.

   Betsy tried to imagine herself, as she dreamed of that fateful night. 
Her body was covered with sweat and rocking back and forth on a man's cock.
She also realized every last detail of her demoralization was recorded by
Ned, as he skillfully focused on her.  The scene suddenly became more
dramatic when Betsy realized the exact moment that Skinny's husband drained
his reservoir, as he slammed his cock to the max.  Betsy could still hear
the man grunting out loud and him squeezing her waist so hard it hurt when
he climaxed.

   Her visualization got more tumultuous when Earl let loose.  At the time
Betsy choked and coughed like mad and it was possibly the grossest moment
of her life to that point.  Skinny made sure her plans were followed.  She
loved watching Earl try to shove his cock down Betsy's throat and her
choking made the scene very stimulating and arousing.  Betsy choked and
coughed until a river of saliva poured out of her mouth, as Earl tried
harder to ram his prick down her throat.  To Betsy's amazement, Skinny
merely rubbed the slime all over her chest until her boobs were covered
with gooey saliva.

   Skinny never let up.  "Keep fucking her...  pound her with your big
cock. God, honey!  I love watching it," she moaned.  "Earl!  Holy fuck,
Earl.  You're cumming...  and she's drinking it all.  Well, most of it."

   Skinny's eyes bulged at the sight of some cum running down Betsy's chin
and she quickly smeared it all over.  She rubbed the thick cream all over
Betsy's flushed face and down the front of her body.  When Betsy's tits
swayed from side to side, then up and down, Skinny slapped one at a time
knowing her slave couldn't do anything about it.

   Betsy recalled the frustration.  She was bounced up and down vigorously
and couldn't remember a time when she felt so helpless and abused.  Skinny
slapped her tits in perfect harmony with the way they bounced out of sync
from her husband's ass pounding.  She caught them in midair and gave each a
hard slap on every odd bounce.

   Betsy lost complete track of events after that.  It was too embarrassing
and humiliating to comprehend the things, as they happened that night.  The
only way she found out was when Ned deviously played the recording back to
her sometime in the middle of the night.  Betsy remembered staring at the
television and watching the porno movie, which highlighted her, as a porno
star.  As profound as it seemed now, the movie clearly indicated her
experiencing an explosive orgasm.

   It wasn't until the next morning that Betsy accepted the truth.  Years
later, the movie was still plainly etched in her head.  The scenes depicted
her out of control, as she was forced up and down on top of a man's
bouncing hips.  She was still in awe at how the movie played out.  Shortly
after the two men savagely fucked her body, one screwing her and the other
with a blowjob, Betsy was pushed backwards until she was on her back.

   Ned used the camera skillfully and he showed the man's dwindling cock
slip out of Betsy's pussy followed by a stream of cum.  The oil formed a
pool under her butt but also lubricated her ass much to Skinny's delight.
Betsy watched the movie, which illustrated the rape of the century.  She
couldn't believe how horrible she looked, as there were various stains on
her body, and her hair was a complete mess.

   There were red blotches all over her body and she was positive she
noticed a bruise already showing on her left boob.  That was when Betsy
found out just how perverted and treacherous Skinny really was.  "Eat,
baby. Eat our gorgeous slut and make her cum all over your tongue," Skinny
whispered.  "C'mon, Carol.  Eat all that cum and make sure you do it
right...  make the slut climax!"

   Betsy heard it but didn't believe it.  Suddenly the timid woman was
between her legs, which were pinned on the bed.  Then she noticed Carol's
tongue licking her stomach, licking her tummy, and then licking between her
legs.  The movie didn't hide anything.  It showed the precise moment when
Carol seized the tiny morsel, which was supposed to be hidden between the
puffy labia.  Betsy saw her hips recoil on the bed and then thrust upwards
at the hungry mouth.  She could see the woman's tongue lashing through her
wetness and then she noticed Carol's finger slip into the soaked opening,
just below her clitoris.

   Carol's hand started a finger fucking that quickly had an effect on
Betsy.  The movie showed how Betsy tried in vain to evade the darting
tongue and finger but Carol merely rammed her finger deeper into the hole.
The sound on the movie was loud and clear.  There were sucking sounds and
then loud sounds of someone moaning and groaning.  All of a sudden Betsy
noticed Skinny slide into the picture.  It was only a shadow but suddenly
the woman's arm slipped under Betsy's rear-end.

   Betsy had never watched her own face during an orgy.  She stared at the
screen and at her face, as the contortions indicated her demise.  She could
see Skinny raping her ass and Carol's mouth locked solidly over her
honeyhole.  The woman's cheeks were caved-in, indicating she was sucking
hard on Betsy's pussy, and it also showed Carol's chin moving, as if she
was fucking Betsy with her tongue.

   Betsy almost bucked Carol off when the orgasm struck.  Her hips jerked
hard and Betsy noticed her tummy moving up and down at a tremendous rate.
Betsy tried to take the entire sordid scene in and she noticed that her
face looked surreal.  Agony was etched all over her face and the movie
showed her experiencing an earth-shattering climax.  Surely her brains were
gone by that point, Betsy reasoned, as she succumbed to the savage fucking.

   ***

   Betsy couldn't remember the exact time, but it was early Monday morning
when she woke up.  She was totally exhausted and took a few extra minutes
in bed to regain her senses.  The curtains were pulled and the lighting was
dim even though it was already bright and sunny outside.  All of a sudden
she was aware of whispering and listened to Skinny telling Chubby Girl to
get in the shower while she took a piss.

   She must have dropped off asleep, as the next thing Betsy was aware of
was Carol waking her.  "Wow!  That was a night," Carol whispered.  "Let's
shower.  Oh, my God...  you look a mess."

   They showered together and Betsy was unable to do anything to wash
herself.  Carol was the mother hen and willingly cared for her newfound
friend.  When they stepped out of the shower, Betsy suddenly noticed her
reflection in the mirror.  She stood wide-eyed, staring at the numerous
marks and blemishes covering her body.  Betsy recalled thinking that it was
a lucky thing she wasn't married.  There was no one she had to answer to,
so the dark hickies and little bruises did not have to be explained.

   Betsy shivered with the realization the evil woman had purposely marked
her up.  She raised her arms above her head and turned all the way around.
There were more red hickies than she could count and also one eye-catching
bruise on her left boob.  Suddenly Betsy remembered sitting on top of
Skinny's husband and being screwed.  The sound of Skinny's voice echoed in
her head.  "Lovely tits.  Watch me slap them around."

   It was horrible remembering how the couple ravaged her body.  The
husband was grunting and fucking her like a hysterical wildman.  His hands
clutched her tightly around the waist and he pulled her downwards every
time he thrust up at her.  Betsy's body bounced up and down and her tits
were completely out of sync.  Every time her body shot down, her tits flew
upward and Skinny slapped them hard.  "I love big tits...  slapping bitch's
titties that jiggle all around."

   The image was pure horror, even years later, as Betsy imagined her
breast being slapped by the wild woman.  Even though it hurt at the time,
she refused to complain.  Betsy never intended recalling Skinny's rotten
demands, but suddenly the words were in her head again.  "Are you ready, my
love?  Ready for the fucking of your life?"

   At the time Betsy didn't know what Skinny meant, but she did now.  The
husband rocked his body up and down and enabled his wife to rob the last
shred of Betsy's dignity.  Skinny rammed a crystal butt-plug to the hilt
and Betsy screamed when her ass was violated so crudely.  Once the plug was
embedded, Skinny's husband thrust his engorged cock deep into her inner
domain again.

   Betsy's memory was clear and precise, as she remembered the humiliating
affair.  Her guts started churning and all of a sudden her entire insides
went into convulsions.  She remembered the bastard husband fucking her and
then she felt his burning lava filling her inner regions.  It made her cry,
even years later, thinking how she lost her spirit to the devil.  She never
intended on reaching an orgasm but suddenly she couldn't help it.

   Skinny grabbed her head and jerked it upright so she could stare into
the teary eyes.  "You're the best...  best fuck ever.  I love watching my
husband fuck sophisticated bitches," she whispered holding the stare
forever.  "Was it worth the wait?"

   Betsy had no verbal answer for the woman.  She climaxed knowing lust had
gotten the better of her and guilt slowly crept into her disillusioned
mind. When it happened so fast and so furious, Betsy felt a sudden tremor
shoot down her backbone.  Betsy knew that she would have to tell someone.
She was apprehensive at the time knowing her best friend would have to
know. Doris was overly protective and she would be concerned that her lover
was not physically hurt once she noticed all the marks on Betsy's body.

   The daydream that morning was broken when Betsy felt a soft towel drying
her body.  Carol carefully wiped all the water off and then she used talcum
powder to sooth all the bumps and bruises.  It took Betsy about two minutes
to pack-up her stuff and she didn't take time to apply any makeup or comb
her hair.  Carol cleverly shoved money into her hand for a taxi and tip for
the bellman.  She told Betsy that a cab would be waiting for her at the
front doors and then gave her a parting kiss.

   Betsy took the elevator down to the lobby and it seemed to take forever.
Walking through the big lobby, she noticed Ned talking to the other two
couples in the hotel lounge.  They were drinking and laughing and it made
Betsy walk even faster, as she rushed outside.

   It was raining that day and the bellman was having a heated discussion
with some guy who wanted her cab.  When the guy saw Betsy, he just stepped
out of the way and gave her a strange look.  Betsy would always remember it
for many reasons.  She wondered if the man thought she was a hooker?  Did
he think she was a homeless person because she was not dressed prim and
proper?  Did he feel sorry for her and step away from the taxi out of pure
sympathy?

   'Why couldn't I have been with him all night...  and this morning,' she
thought while standing in the rain?  'Gawd!  He's so good looking...  and
those eyes!' She gave the man a lingering glance, as the cab departed, and
felt a strange sadness when he was out of sight.  Now years later and
living the life of her dreams, she reasoned that God worked his magic in
shrewd and clever ways.  The ride back to Doris' was long and somber and
Betsy went straight to bed when she got there.

   ***A One-Night Stand

   Several weeks later, Betsy was having drinks with some of the other
professors from the college.  Her life seemed to be going nowhere, so she
thought it was best to engross herself with work.  The group discussions
ended and as everyone left, Betsy needed to use the ladies room.  When she
came out, the smell of food made her decide to stay for something to eat.

   She sat down at a small table, ordering food, when a guy sat down beside
her.  He introduced himself, as John, and said he was in the city for one
year on a special project.  'Go figure,' Betsy thought looking back on it.
He was conducting a study into the New Orleans' levee system.  Too bad his
study wasn't deemed more important, as it could have saved lives and money,
she reflected.

   They chatted and both had dinner.  Betsy told him her name was Ann and
that she was a legal secretary for a local law firm.  She could tell where
things were going, as John bought her food and drinks, while putting on an
extremely friendly air.  She found out that he was on a per diem and rented
a house instead of a lonely hotel room.  John was actually living quite
well, as he had two roommates who paid most of his rent and expenses.

   It made her chuckle thinking how classic his pickup was that night. 
After the meal, she excused herself, but John casually suggested they go to
his place for a nightcap.  About the last thing Betsy ever imagined was
falling for such a feeble pickup, but to her utter astonishment, she did.
Betsy knew it was stupid to go; however for some strange reason she
accepted his invitation.

   Betsy followed John across town to his place, all the while cursing
herself for being so gullible.  She realized full well that once she
crossed the threshold to John's place, she was fair game for sex, but still
she went.  They went into the house and John immediately poured a glass of
wine.  'Gawd,' she thought at the time, 'does every man know my weakness.
Is it written on my bloody forehead?  Pour me wine and I'll take off my
clothes?'

   Betsy noticed the bottle had a screw top, but to her utter amazement, it
turned out to be a great wine.  John took the bottle with him, as he gave
Betsy a guided tour of the house.  He stopped at one room, which contained
a large display of the city, and it showed various proposed levee
improvements.  She found the setup very interesting and remembered John
saying how the levees were outdated.

   John refilled their glasses before, waving his hand indicating there was
more to see.  "Do you want to see the rest of the house?"

   'No shit,' Betsy thought.  'The only room left to see is your bedroom.
Do I want to see your freaking bedroom?' But true to her cooperative
nature, she merely let John guide her up a set of stairs.  They entered a
large master bedroom and from that point on, her memory got very obscure
and hazy.  What she did remember was John taking her clothes off even
though she put up some kind of protest.  It was not a strong protest, but a
few measly excuses for having to get home early.  When he asked why, there
was no believable reason she could come up with, as it was a Friday evening
and there was no school tomorrow.

   That was how Betsy remembered going to bed with a total stranger who she
had met a few hours earlier.  She was not the type of woman for one-night
stands, but somehow her life seemed to have veered off the rails.  So once
again she was getting her brains fucked out and Betsy had to admit that the
sex was not all bad.

   Suddenly Betsy shuddered imaging what happened next.  She was on the
threshold of an orgasm and her body was rocked first, by one spasm; then
another and another until the spasms ran together without any reprieve.  At
the time Betsy was relieved that it was over.  She assumed once the sex was
over that she would go home, never to see the man again.

   Her climax had barely finished when John stretched her arms over her
head, pinning them to the bed.  She listened to him talking and abruptly
realized he wasn't talking to her.  Glancing to her left, Betsy noticed a
man who turned out to be one of John's roommates.  The man was completely
naked and Betsy wondered why the hell a stranger would be standing there
watching her having sex with another man?

   John held her steady and the timing couldn't have been more perfect.  He
remained on top of her.  "That was great...  fucking great.  Now it's time
for a real gangbang," he whispered.  "We have all night...  and I love
whores who really cum.  You're the greatest, Ann!"

   Betsy struggled, but nothing did any good.  She was no match for two
strong men and they easily held her down.  "Ann hasn't said how much she
charges...  but she's worth every penny," John said to his friend.  "She's
one hell of a piece of ass, buddy."

   Betsy wondered where she went wrong.  She was dumbfounded as to how John
got the impression of her being a whore.  She desperately wanted to scream
at the man and tell him the truth.  He was merely a one-night stand and
nothing more to her.  When she felt something going around her wrists, she
struggled harder, but it didn't help.  John and his roommate easily tied
her arms securely to the corners of the bed with neckties, leaving her
totally distraught.

   All she could do was twist and turn her lower body and legs in an effort
to evade the next fucker, but it was a futile struggle.  John's roommate
easily pried her legs apart and he was between them in a flash.  He had no
trouble holding her thighs spread wide and that was how she remembered
getting screwed the second time.  It was a nightmare that she still carried
as baggage today.

   Betsy sadly remembered the man had the stamina of a marathoner.  For
more than an hour, the two men did whatever they wanted to her.  Then she
recalled the roommate's final stand.  Betsy could tell the man was very
close to a climax and then he deviously untied one of her arms.  John
grabbed her freed arm and retied it to the same bedpost with her other arm,
which allowed his roommate complete freedom.

   The scene of her utter disgrace still made Betsy cringe today.  The men
swiftly turned her over onto her stomach and John pinned her upper torso to
the bed.  She felt her legs pried apart and suddenly realized what the
roommate had in mind.  Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, as the man
used her ass for his anal pleasure, and Betsy felt violated when he filled
her up with searing cum.

   When she heard more people entering the room, Betsy thought she would
surely die.  She was held in a captive, prone position and all she could do
was turn her head to see the newcomers.  She stared in horror, as another
roommate was introduced, and so was his big, boobed girlfriend.  At the
time Betsy thought, 'No, not again!' But luckily for her, the girlfriend
wasn't into gangbangs.  It was most likely the thought of being stretched
out helplessly on the bed, just the same as Betsy, and the thought didn't
appeal to the girl.

   Betsy breathed a big sigh of relief when the girl pulled her boyfriend
out of the room.  Then it wasn't long before John and his first roommate no
longer had stiffies, so they started drinking beer.  The bastard left Betsy
tied to the bed and she started fuming, feeling more and more insulted as
they drank beer.  They must have been on such a high that it didn't take
long for them both to get drunk and puking became a serious option.

   Betsy tried to stay as quiet as possible, hoping they would somehow
forget about her.  John remained on the bed very close to her but the
roommate sat a few feet away in a chair.  At one point John told her that
she should get some sleep, as she was going to have a busy day tomorrow. 
His revelation sent shivers of panic through her entire body, which lasted
until they either passed out or fell asleep.  She quietly watched them
drinking until it all became quiet.

   John fell asleep with his back to her and that really pissed her off. 
It took a long time, more than she could imagine, but finally Betsy got
loose.  She really had to go to the bathroom, so that was her first
priority.  A quick glance in the bathroom mirror told her that she was a
mess, but there was nothing she could do about it at the time.

   Betsy crept back into the bedroom and she got madder when John was still
asleep and facing the other way.  She grabbed her clothes deciding to get
out of there as fast as she could.  The bedroom and all areas on the way to
the kitchen were fully lighted, so Betsy could only imagine how silly she
looked creeping around naked with an armful of clothes.

   She slinked into the kitchen, which was in semi-darkness.  Nude,
shivering and breathing heavily, Betsy stopped on a dime when her eyes got
used to the dim lighting.  Sitting quietly at the table was Big Boobs and
all she was wearing was a loose fitting t-shirt.  The woman boldly stood up
and whispered to Betsy.  "I always wondered what it would be like to have a
woman lick my pussy." She swiftly stripped her baggy shirt and held it with
one hand.  "Ok slut...  lick!"

   To this day, Betsy still felt the powerful surge of emotion.  It was the
first and only time in her life that she used physical retaliation of any
kind.  She hit the woman on the side of her jaw, as hard as she could, and
the woman dropped like a rock.  She looked to be out cold, but Betsy didn't
hang around to find out.  It took mere seconds to get dressed.  Betsy
grabbed the remaining two bottles of John's wine, which was sitting on the
table, and she rushed out to her car.  She was completely out of breath,
but that didn't matter at the time.

   Betsy never relaxed until she pulled into Doris' driveway.  She had
experienced a lesson in life, which had been learned the hard way.  Today
Betsy realized that a woman should never go to bed with a person until she
knew the person and who they really were.  One-night stands and meaningless
relationships may be okay for some women, but she wasn't one of them.  The
sex was okay, but the guilt played havoc with her head whenever she thought
about being nothing but a slut.

   ***

   The sun was just coming up when she got to Doris'.  Betsy didn't want to
wake her dearest friend, so she sat at the kitchen table contemplating how
her life seemed to be spiraling downhill.  She tried to figure out how an
intelligent woman could be so stupid.

   All of a sudden she heard the familiar scratching of nails on the hard,
tiled floor before she saw him.  Bingo pranced into the quiet kitchen and
put his big head on Betsy's thigh.  Betsy found it odd that Bingo would
leave Doris' room, but she reasoned he was smart enough to know she was
feeling the pits.  She glanced down at his big, brown eyes and abruptly
felt the comfort of having a faithful friend.

   Suddenly her head filled with images that made her shiver with
antipathy. She fantasized about being scantily dressed and it was very
apparent that she wasn't wearing anything under her baggy dress in the
dramatic visualization.  Out of the shadows of the daydream appeared a
faceless man pushing a grocery cart.  The dream was about a homeless man
and Betsy was riding in the cart.  She was sitting all the way down in the
middle of the cart and her legs were bent and resting on the top rim.

   Betsy knew it was a dream, but she didn't want it to stop.  Suddenly the
faceless man reached into his cart and lifted the woman's dress, so
everyone could see the brazen nudity.  Then Betsy squirmed in the chair of
Doris' kitchen, as she watched the man finger her.  All she did in the
daydream was lay there and take it.  She spread her legs wide and allowed
the faceless man full freedom to molest her in any way he wanted.

   In measly seconds, the nameless man's fingers were finger-fucking her,
as if she was a whore, and then her ass was bouncing up and down in the
metal cart.  She could even hear the loud clanging sounds of the metal
cart, as she threw her head backwards, and creamed all over the man's
fingers.  It was apparent to the sudden crowd of onlookers that the almost
naked woman had climaxed for their enjoyment.

   Suddenly everyone in the crowd was reaching for her.  There were hands
touching her face, her shoulders, her legs, even her chest and belly.  All
of a sudden the caresses felt so real and Betsy was too afraid to open her
eyes.  There seemed to be a million, little fingers caressing her all over
and abruptly she made the decision to continue dreaming.

   Betsy never did know how it really happened.  Her sanity was frozen in
the milliseconds of an erotic daydream and she felt her willpower waning.
It was the most amazing sensation.  So many faceless, nameless people were
ravaging her, yet there seemed to be a powerful orgasm swelling inside her
belly.  Betsy felt her self-control slipping away and she had the
overwhelming urge to let go.

   Suddenly her head was banging against the wall.  Betsy cupped her hands
around the back of her head to cushion the blows, but she could still see
stars on the screen of her darkened eyelids from the hard head-banging.  A
cannon exploded inside her head and she wondered how a dream could be so
vivid and realistic.  Her attackers remained faceless, as she imagined her
body being ravaged, but all of a sudden it was much easier succumbing to
the powerful urges.

   Betsy could hear loud noises of sloppy licking.  She marveled at how her
overheated body seemed to thrash and throb in tune with the licking sounds.
She was sitting on something cold and hard, which she imagined was the
metal cart, but suddenly everything was too confusing.  When Betsy felt her
leg getting wet, she had the strongest impulse that something was wrong
with her dream.

   She had to look.  Slowly, almost too afraid to look, she opened her
eyes. Betsy stared in disbelief.  The first thing she wondered was how on
earth she got naked.  She was completely naked and slouched on a kitchen
chair, which had skidded across the floor until it hit the wall.  Her hands
were still locked behind her head, but now her head was spinning out of
control.  Betsy stared down at her lower body and she marveled at how Bingo
was between her widespread legs doing what he did best.

   Bingo was madly licking her crotch.  Every stroke started at her asshole
and his tongue expertly lashed through her soaked pussy-slit until the
coarse sandpaper raked across her tender clitoris.  Betsy's eyes opened
wider, as her hips jumped with every lick, and her crotch seemed to thrust
directly at Bingo's mouth.  It was a miracle that she remained in the
chair, as her body appeared out of control.

   What made it worse for Betsy was the fact it was impossible to stop. 
Her cream spilled around all the barriers in her disillusioned head and
flowed steadily towards Bingo's tongue.  All she was able to do was hold on
for dear life, as the hungry dog controlled her fate.  Betsy was mystified,
as to how Bingo slipped into her daydream, but she was unwilling to halt
his wild assault.  All of a sudden her fingers joined the pursuit.  Betsy
grabbed the fluttering clitty with the fingers of her right hand and rolled
the bud around vigorously, while still leaving some from Bingo.

   Just as her eyes rolled back into her forehead, Betsy caught a glimpse
of Doris sitting nearby.  Her best friend was sitting at the kitchen table
drinking wine and intently watching everything that happened.  Betsy's
first impulse was fear, but then she realized that Doris would love her no
matter what she did.  Apparently too tired and exhausted to have sex with
Bingo, Betsy reasoned that a good tongue-lashing and masturbation seemed
like the perfect solution to her troublesome night.

   Doris admired the animal lust just before she walked over and reached
for Betsy's hand.  "Come!  Let me get you cleaned up...  although I think
Bingo did a marvelous job.  You look very neat and clean down there," Doris
said with a giggle.  "By the way...  you were quite the storyteller."

   Doris helped Betsy to her feet before they slowly walked upstairs.  "It
sounded like you had a most memorable night," she said.  "I don't know who
John is, but apparently other than his good taste in wine...  he's a dirty
bastard."

   Betsy was speechless and merely followed her dearest friend.  "Did you
know that you swore off dating a man again?  You mentioned one-night stands
are horrible and not something you plan trying again," Doris whispered. 
She put her arm around Betsy and tried hard to comfort her.  "I was
surprised to hear that you hit someone...  but your colorful description of
the woman certainly warranted you knocking the bitch out."

   Doris did everything for Betsy.  She put her in the shower and let the
hot, steamy water wash away all of her troubles.  Then she dried Betsy off
and put her to bed.  Closing another chapter of her life story was easy for
Betsy.  This one was an interval in her life where she experienced
unforgettable things, but none of them were overly rewarding or memorable.
Her love life for the next few months consisted of Doris and Bingo, but
Betsy was more than satisfied to be their lover.

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

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