hat he had.  Whenever the subject of Lori having sex with another man came up, it only seemed to get the couple aroused to a point where they had glorious sex together.  The thought of Lori actually doing it with someone else was quickly forgotten after they made love and each was contented with a satisfying climax.

Lori enjoyed her husband's erotic suggestions and found them arousing to think he would watch her have sex with another man.  Although it was entirely out of the question for Lori to commit adultery, as adultery was totally against everything she had been taught, the taboo allure and sinful aspect of it happening was nonetheless truly exciting.    She came from a family with a very strict, Catholic background and such things involving illicit sex flew in the face of everything her parents believed.

Lori worked hard to keep her 5'5" body in perfect shape and a person could not tell she was an older, motherly type even after raising two children.  Most people thought she was in her early 30's and her facial features were that of her heritage, Hispanic Spanish.  She was a beautiful woman who always seemed to radiate a wanton, sexy appearance that most men found desirable.

The fact she had 35D breasts made most guy's drool and yearn to touch them.  Her tits were firm and gave just a hint of bounce when she walked which men found seductive.  Lori knew she had gorgeous boobs and dressed in such a way to display their charm and beauty.  She realized that showing cleavage drew men's eyes like no other sex magnet.  This, of course, gave some guys the impression she was looking for sexual attention and many would hit on her even when she was in the company of Andy.  Andy relished those times and trusted Lori enough so that he was never jealous.

The couple lived in a quiet, residential neighborhood and they were good friends with everyone on the block, except maybe their next-door neighbor, Ken Patterson.  Ken was a man who knew everybody in the area and was loud and boisterous most of the time.  He owned his own company, which sold and installed pools and hot tubs and with the summer heat, it was a flourishing business.  If anyone could be called a male chauvinist pig, it would have been Ken.  He most often acted arrogant and his demeanor was crude and rough, especially towards women.

Ken's wife was an over-sized woman who had let herself go so that her body was overweight and certainly out of shape. Generally unpleasant, she never seemed to smile very much and rarely made much of an effort to talk to her neighbors.   She docilely waited on Ken's every whim like a servile maid, and in return, Ken openly made disparaging remarks about her. They had two boys, Sean who was 18 and Troy who was 16.  Both boys were much like their dad in size and looks, while the youngest acted reserved and shy compared to the rest of his family.  Of them all, Troy was the only one who acknowledged all the neighbors and everyone thought he was much older than a young teenager.

Sean was rough and tumble just like his dad and treated people with the same manner of arrogance that Ken did.  He played high school football and other sports, which meant he was in excellent, physical condition.  Troy was just as muscular as his brother but he didn't have the extra weight around his waistline like Sean.

Lori didn't like her next-door neighbors and thought men who treated women with such little respect were scum.  She was always friendly towards Ken and his family but didn't go out of her way to talk to any of them.  Since he was in the business, Ken had a big hot tub installed in their back yard and did have people in for neighborhood tub parties.  Lori and Andy had been neighborly on a few occasions and even partook in some of Ken's gatherings.

Ken's parties usually deteriorated into big liquor fests with the men in one section and the women in another.  All the men got loud and drunk, and usually their talk centered on sex, sports and cars.  The women did their best to ignore all the bragging and unruly chatter even when erotic, sexual things were said to one of them.

Most of the men liked Ken including Andy who considered him the typical construction worker.  Although he would never be a close friend with Ken, Andy did enjoy his idle banter over a beer now and then.  He had to admit that the man did convey a confident attitude and he often made insinuating, sexual comments about many of the wives in the neighborhood.

Lori never liked being close to the man because Ken always ogled her and gave the definite impression he would like to do more than just look.  On one occasion, he did suggest they get together for a hot time, as he phrased it.  Lori got so mad at his suggestive comment that it made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. 

Probably the thing Lori hated most about her next-door neighbor was that he let his big, mangy dog into their property.  She took pride in having a well groomed, backyard and Lori was positive Ken let his dog use their lawn for a dumping ground just to make her mad.  Finding dog poop on the grass infuriated Lori to the nth degree and she would scoop up the dog shit to deposit it back in Ken's yard.

Andy and Lori had a hot tub installed by Ken's company in their yard and used it often.  They were usually very careful not to do anything too risqué while soaking in the tub just because it could be seen by their neighbor.  But in some instances, they did get aroused to a point where it was even more exciting to think that someone could actually observe them.  Lori could swear that at times she could see someone at the fence separating the two properties and wondered if, in fact, Ken or his family was spying.

During a hot summer day, Lori enjoyed sun tanning in the nude but she made sure to only do it during working hours.  She reasoned that Ken would be at work and his boys at school so she would be relatively safe in taking off her swimsuit if they weren't home.  She was always careful but on a few occasions, Andy came home and that changed things.  He would usually tease her and was never happy until Lori was running around the back yard in the buff.  It never ceased to get them both thoroughly aroused to a point where they would wind up in the tub, or in the house making mad passionate love.

On one recent occasion, the couple got as far as the patio door before Andy attacked Lori.  He pressed her naked body up against the inside, glass panel of the sliding door and imagined there were peeping toms outside watching the drama unfold.  He drove his hard cock between Lori's legs indicating he wanted her to act like a slut.

Lori played along with the game and held her nakedness against the glass so that her breasts were flattened, creating an obscene image to anyone watching on the outside.  She even pushed her pelvis into the transparent door and it surely would have been obvious that Lori was shaven as clean as a babies bum.  She spread her legs so that the invisible watching man could see her naked treasures and felt her heart beating faster with the secret fantasy.

They both dreamed of peeping toms on the far side of the door watching the two in the throes of lovemaking.  That was the main reason they chose the patio area for such illustrious sessions and Andy truly loved the fact his wife's body was so seductive and sexy.  Lori got so aroused and filled with passion that she was oblivious to any occasional movement or flashes of light that may have occurred on the outside.

The couple played their innocent game of voyeurism and Andy drove his cock into Lori so hard it forced her up on her tiptoes.  "Oh fuck, oh gawd you're so tight, so fucking tight and my cock is all the way inside," Andy whispered with a dire need for fulfillment.  He was holding back but once he felt the volcanic heat of Lori's cunt, his stamina was rated in milliseconds.  Andy drove his cock into her as hard as he could and lifted Lori off the floor for a brief second or two.

The red blinking light from across the yard went unnoticed and the husband filled his adorable wife's love channel with hot cum.  Her shaved pussy bounced on and off the glass door and she screamed for her husband's love potion.  "Yes, oh yes, fuck me with your big, hard cock, yes, yes," Lori moaned with a desperate passion.

She must hurry; rush her orgasm so that she could have one before her man finished, Lori warned herself.  With the desperation of a maniac, her fingers went between the puffy labia and spread them wide.  When her fingertips touched her swollen clitoris, Lori knew she had been fast enough.

She squeezed the tender bud and pulled it out from her body.  Oh, she thought, what if someone was watching?  What if that bastard was looking into our yard, she wondered, he would see me masturbating while my husband had his cock deep inside my pussy.  Suddenly, Lori didn't care anymore.  She pinched the tender morsel so hard she cried out for more.  Andy dreamed of making his wife happy but in reality, she was using him to satisfy her most inner being while caressing her clitoris so vigorously that an orgasm flooded her mind.  

Andy strained hard to keep his cock inside his wife who was madly thrashing against the glass making loud, banging noises.  He marveled at how tight his wife's pussy was even after having two kids.  His seven-inch rod seemed to stretch her vagina and make her winch in pain every time he fucked her.  Lori yearned to have Andy's cock inside her and wished he had much more stamina.  Just once, she wished he would plow in and out of her until she reached an orgasm without having to assist in the effort.  But, Lori was more than rewarded by Andy's caring manner and by his consideration for her well being.

The rest of the evening was a blur as the couple stayed close to each other keeping up a constant caressing and touching almost like two teenagers in heat.  At bedtime, Lori felt renewed energy and her tummy quivered like she wanted more from Andy.  Yes, she was positive that another round of passionate lovemaking would have her reaching another climax.  She reached under the covers and found the man tool she dreamed of.  Caressing it and fondling Andy's cock only made him drowsy and soon he drifted off to sleep quite content with the earlier love session.

Lori's visions of splendor vanished but not without a strong desire to touch herself.  Her dainty fingers slipped down, down towards a shaven patch of heaven and it took all her resolve to stop.  She didn't dare put her fingers between her milky thighs because she would awaken Andy for sure by thrashing over the sheets like a wanton bitch.  A few light caresses over her flat tummy and a teasing swoop over her raised pelvis made her stomach twitch in anticipation.  She knew it was time to stop before her hand got carried away.

It took Lori many minutes to fall asleep and in the morning the subject of passionate exhibitionism came up.  "That was wonderful last night.  The thought of you being seen by someone made it even better.  Did you enjoy it as much as I did?" Andy asked his smiling wife.

"Oh yes, it was great and did you get the feeling that there was someone outside?  I did... once or twice I thought I saw something," Lori replied.  The couple pleasantly went into the daily routine and casually spoke about the upcoming day.  Andy usually left for the office about 8 o'clock so he could miss the rush hour traffic and Lori didn't have to be at work until 9 o'clock.

Lori always checked her e-mail after Andy left and tried to catch up on any required responses.  E-mail was a great way to do business and she hated not replying to someone on time.  Dressed in her housecoat like she always did first thing in the morning, Lori casually glanced over the many incoming e-mails.  The one that caught her eye had the subject line in bold print and read, "LORI HAS FUN."

She was overly careful of not opening e-mails that were suspicious so not to download a virus to her computer but this one looked interesting.  It did not take long for her eyes to open wide in shock once the e-mail flashed on the screen.

"Hi gorgeous.  This is Ken and I thought you might like to see what I have been up to," the note read and Lori had an awful feeling that the man she hated most was up to something dastardly.  "I think I have enough evidence to get my way with the sweet bitch from next door.  Just so you know what I have, open the fucking attachments.  And don't think that this is all I have because I have lots more," Lori read and gave a tiny sob of alarm at what he meant.

It took all her willpower to move the mouse so that the arrow was over the first attachment.  Another few seconds passed and then she clicked to select the file.  Ken was shrewd.  He chose one of the most damning pictures to be first so that it would overwhelm Lori.

A picture of Lori popped up on the screen and it was from last night.  It showed her 35D's pressed hard against the patio door and the obvious fact her curly forest of hair was shaved from her pelvis.  Her dainty hand covered her mouth in surprised horror and she just stared at the erotic nakedness.  For some mysterious reason, Lori studied the picture to see every detail.  Her legs were spread enough so that one could see a hard cock was buried inside her open pussy.  She noticed the hood that protected her vulnerable clitoris was stretched out to expose the pink bud of desire that all women knew was their most sensitive control button.  Lori could see that Andy was behind her but not his face, so an observer could not know who it really was.

Quickly, Lori selected one picture after another until she had a fast look at each degrading one.  All showed Lori's naked body in various poses of erotic enjoyment.  Some dated back years and it was obvious that her neighbor Ken had taken numerous pictures of Andy and Lori being exhibitionists in the privacy of their own yard.

The last picture had a note with it and Lori read it with her eyes slowly turning puffy and red.  "You're my bitch.  You will do exactly what I say or I will post every fucking picture of your naked ass on the Internet so that every pervert can see you," Ken wrote.  Then the last line mentioned the reason that Lori should be more worried.  "You may think that these pictures are not enough to blackmail you into being my bitch but please look at my next e-mail, it will seal the deal," she read and her tummy summersault with anxiety.

Lori closed the worst e-mail she had ever seen and looked for another one from Ken like he had mentioned.  She spotted it a little farther down the list and slowly moved the pointer over the subject line.  The note opened and Lori's eyes focused on the blurry words.  "I know you are a good little girl and I won't have to use all my evidence against you.  I'll be watching from my back yard and you will take off all your clothes and pose for me," she read disbelieving what Ken was doing.

Yes, she considered him a most evil man but certainly she didn't think he was capable of putting such demands on her.  The last line stated, "I want your naked tits and cunt plastered against the window just like last night, or else I post the attached pictures on the web."

Lori was confident that the pictures were not enough to force her to succumb to the bastard's demands but she decided to open the jpeg attachments anyway.  She gasped and held her breath at the sight when the screen was filled with a big, bold picture of her daughter, naked as a jaybird.  Lori reasoned that her sweet, innocent girl must have been sun tanning in the backyard when Ken took the pics and didn't even know he was around.  Ken had selected the very best shots of Lori's daughter and each showed the young woman completely naked.

Lori quickly looked at the short note in the e-mail and shivered in fear.  "Now that I have your undivided attention, here is what I want you to do.  Stand naked like I told you in my other e-mail, but do one little thing for me," it read and Lori could tell he was teasing her.  "Do what you did last night and use your fingers to show me your tiny clit.  And don't worry, when I fuck you with my big cock, you won't have to touch yourself.  You'll be creaming all over my fucking rod like a real bitch," he wrote and the attempted humor made Lori sob with hatred.

So many things rushed through her mind that Lori became confused.  'He wants me to show myself.  He wants me to hold my naked body against the glass and then put my fingers on myself.  Oh gawd, is he really big like he said?  Oh my gawd, he said he was going to fuck me.  He said I was going to cream on his cock... Oh gawd, he isn't serious, is he?'  Everything ran through her mind and she didn't know what to do.  Dire feelings of guilt also filled her brain from vivid images of the man's private parts being displayed in her conscious mind. 

"Oh gawd, I can't let these get posted on the Internet, it would destroy my baby," Lori whispered in a most dire tone as she looked at a picture one more time.  "No, no I just can't do what he asks, I just can't," she said but her resolve was swiftly disappearing.

Lori had to make a choice.  Let the man keep the pictures, and he must surely have lots of them, and pray he would not post them on the web like he threatened, or Lori could do as he ordered.  She pondered the mortifying alternative.  Could she strip and degrade herself, and let her neighbor watch her perform like an exhibitionist, she wondered?

There was nothing more precious to Lori than her two children.  She sobbed and mumbled words of protest but her fingers went to the gown.  In a matter of seconds, Lori stood in her enclosed office, fully naked and shivering in fear.  On legs that could barely hold her upright, Lori walked to the back, patio doors and looked outside.  She could not see anyone or anything unusual but she knew the bastard was watching.

Lori sobbed and a tear ran down her flushed cheek.  Slowly and with the obedience demanded by Ken, she moved so that her naked body was tightly pushed into the glass.  Lori turned her face to the side so she wouldn't have to look outside and held the pose for a few seconds.  She kept telling herself not to do it, not to touch herself where he demanded.  It felt like an eternity when she merely stood with her nakedness pressed against the glass.

After what felt like hours, Lori's dainty hand squeezed between her heated flesh and the glass.  Slowly, almost seductively, her hand dipped down to her pelvis which was plastered into the door and her hips turned back to allow room for her fingers.  Tiny sobs could be heard inside the room but nothing would be evident to anyone watching.

Lori would never understand how she could obey the filthy instructions but her fingers spread the top portion of her pussy slit.  With the absolute tenderness of a true lover, her fingers pinched the vulnerable clitty much to the pleasure of her stalker.  She held the immoral pose for many seconds and her mind pictured Ken watching her every move.  Her shameful exhibition filled her with doubt but at the same time made her insides quiver with intense excitement.  Sensing a conclusion to the immoral display, Lori quickly turned and rushed from the room.  Out of sight, she ran into her bedroom and threw herself on the bed distraught with what she had just done.

Ken smiled the widest grin from his back yard and marveled at the sight of the sexiest woman he had ever seen.  Yes, he considered Lori even sexier than most playboy models and lord knows he read every magazine printed.  His stomach trembled in anticipation.  He had her!  He knew now that Lori was his and he would fuck the uppity bitch like she had never been fucked.  She would never have relented and did what he demanded unless she was willing to do whatever it took to keep her daughter's naked pictures off the Internet, he reasoned.

Yes, Ken was an extremely happy man and he knew his wicked plans were about to become reality.  He rationalized that Lori liked showing off her big tits and the fact her pussy was shaved.  Ken knew when he got lucky and took the pictures of the young girl who was now a grown woman, that he would use them to get control of Lori.  She was a loving mother who would do anything in the world to protect her beautiful offspring.

He considered Andy hopeless and would not present a threat to a rugged, burly man like himself.  In fact, the times they had chatted over the back fence and at neighborhood parties, Andy was the one to suggest his wife was an exhibitionist.  Andy mentioned how he cherished his wife's sexy body and even said that she loved showing it off to strangers.  Well, Ken deduced, she would certainly get a chance to do that and more.

Ken had formed a plan long ago of what he was going to do and how he would go about getting Lori to obey his demands.  Seeing her succumb so easily to his first command was truly earth shattering.  Rubbing the stiff lump in his pants, he knew that he was going to fulfill his years of erotic fantasies.

Back in the house, Ken managed to get his two sons aside and out of earshot of their mother.  "Boys!  Listen up.  You both are in for a treat.  I can't tell you what's going to happen but let me just say, it will be the best moment of your life," he whispered with enthusiasm.  "I am going to get that sexy bitch from next door to turn you both into men.  Christ, you've never seen a sexier body and you're going to have it, I promise," Ken told his two sons.  They were about ready to leave for school and he wanted them to realize his dreams as well as he did.  Then he thought to himself, "The bitch is going to get fucked by all three of us and there's not a fucking thing she can do about it."

The three went their separate ways and Ken grinned with contentment knowing it would soon be the best day of his life.  He planned to make his blackmail demands on Lori once his parents left for a two-week holiday in Florida.  They had hired him to install a new hot tub in their home while they were gone and he was preparing to do just that.  It would be a few days before he could put the finishing touches on the project and then he would have Lori perform in all her naked splendor and wonderment.

Ken had done many hours of planning and felt his scheme was foolproof.  Yes, Lori was now his servant and he would make demands on her that would surprise the refined woman.

***

Every day at work was horrible for Lori after the frightful incident with her backyard neighbor.  She dreaded having to face Ken and wondered how she was going to fight back?  Knowing how evil and conniving the man was, it made Lori scared of what he might do next.  Possibility after possibility went through her distressed mind but nothing would prepare her for what Ken had in store for his sex puppet.

Ken wanted Lori to fret and worry about what he would do so he didn't contact her for days.  The extended time would allow her to accept the fact he held incriminating pictures of her and her family and become more comfortable with it, he thought.  Lori's fate was sealed in an e-mail and Ken would eventually get around to proving that.

Andy noticed that his wife was a slight bit reserved and not as joyful as normal.  He brushed it off to stress from work and really didn't fret about it.  Lori agonized each morning whenever she went to her computer and looked at her e-mail messages.  She expected to see more damning pictures and more demands from the bastard next door.  When nothing arrived in the inbox, Lori felt a sense of relief and seemed to fall into her daily routine much easier.

The false hope was a big part of Ken's plan and he chuckled knowing the hope was soon going to end.  Lori wisely decided it was best to tell Andy everything as the suspense was killing her.  "Honey, I have something to tell you," Lori started the complete story of her drastic slavery.  When it was all said and done, she was thoroughly surprised at Andy's reaction.  He seemed to be more aroused and turned on by the tale than mad or upset.  She expected her faithful husband to be angry and go straight to Ken's place and confront the man.

Instead, the crotch of Andy's pants displayed his obvious, male enthusiasm when Lori told him what Ken had made her do against the patio glass.  Andy was optimistic and content with letting things work out as they were destined.  "Ah hell, he is probably satisfied with seeing your naked body and won't do anything else.  Honey, I can't really blame the man as you do have a beautiful, sexy body," he said and tried to comfort his wife so that she would accept Ken's bribery.

Events actually worked out so that the couple never talked that much about the blackmail but each knew the other was dreaming about what happened.  One thing was for sure, as far as Lori was concerned, they would not do anything sexual outside or near a window where they could be seen by an observer.  They retreated to the basement games room and the lovemaking sessions were heated and passionate like those in the old days.

Andy was extremely aroused by the fact his wife had exposed herself to someone.  He always fantasized about her doing that.  He also fantasized about her having sex with another man, or men for that matter.  He dreamed of Ken having his way with his gorgeous wife and even visualized Lori giving the vulgar man a blowjob.  Andy was well aware of the fact Lori loved giving head and often dreamed of watching her perform such acts.

The days passed and Lori and Andy were most rewarded with heated lovemaking sessions every evening while each dreamed of a world of peace and tranquility.  Lori's serenity was shattered one morning when she noticed a new e-mail and it was from her hated tormentor.  The message was titled 'Just4U'. Anger was her first response.  Suddenly, fear and anxiety rushed through her head and Lori recognized the fact that a wicked man was in control of her emotions more than she realized.

Hesitating, she dwelled on what the new e-mail would demand.  Slowly and deliberated she moved the mouse and opened the message.  The words stood out prominently and were very easy to read.  "I am installing a new hot tub at #16 Bluestone Blvd and I need a beautiful model.  I am going to take some pictures of you and show off my new installation.  It's great advertising and I'll sell a lot of tubs with it.  Be at the address at 7 p.m. sharp, or else you know what I will do?" was written and Lori read the note with her stomach churning like mad.

Lori read the letter over again and again to see if she could decipher anything else the man might mean.  Going over the last line of the main note made her wonder.  She read, "And make sure Andy knows you won't be home for several hours!"  Lori lingered on the line and pondered why Ken would imply she would be gone for hours.  Surely taking a few pictures would not take all that long, she thought?  Suddenly her tummy quivered with such intense passion that Lori wondered if it was excitement or fear that made it do so?

Ken added a postscript, which he hoped, would make Lori feel at ease and accept her fate more readily.  "I always take pictures of my new hot tubs and sometimes I like to use gorgeous women for models.  This is my parents place so you won't have to worry about being seen," he wrote and scrawled his name at the end of the message.

There it was, new demands from her neighbor.  She wondered if he would use the pictures of her daughter for evil purposes.  Lori quickly assumed that Ken was the most unscrupulous man she knew and yes, he would certainly show her daughter's, naked pictures to the world.  Suddenly, hope came in the form of a wish that Ken would merely take a few pictures and then be done with her.

The day at work was a busy one and didn't offer Lori much time to dwell on her fate.  At quitting time, the evening plans flashed back to her and she was apprehensive about meeting the dangerous, seedy man.  During the drive home from work, she thought of ways to combat Ken and his demands, but couldn't come up with a viable solution.

Andy had gotten home before Lori and his smiling face met her at the door.  He greeted her and knew instantly that she had something to tell him.  They had been married long enough so that their body language displayed their outward emotions to the other.

"Oh Andy, he sent me another e-mail," Lori blurted out as she reached the door. 
"He wants me to meet him at some address so he can take pictures of me standing by a hot tub he just put in.  It's at his parents place.  Oh gawd, Andy, he wants to take pictures of me," she said and moaned in disgust.  Lori wanted to say everything on her mind yet only a few words came out to indicate her dire feeling of total demise.

Andy was alive and every nerve was paying strict attention to his lovely wife.  "It's okay honey.  Let him take some pictures.  What can it hurt?  Just tell him to take the pictures and then leave you alone," Andy told his distressed wife while acting extremely casual about what was about to happen.  He could see by the expression on her face that she was upset and bothered by the drastic demands from Ken and he wanted to comfort her in the worst way.  "Don't worry.  He's showed me some of his pictures that he took of new pools and tubs.  Some have women in bikinis and they look okay to me.  In fact, he hangs most of them in his garage," Andy told his loving wife.

Hearing her husband's attempts to reassure her did make Lori feel somewhat better but one thought troubled her.  "But, Andy, he didn't tell me to bring a bikini or anything for that matter," she whispered looking him directly in the eyes.  He reached out his arms and Lori fell into them feeling his warm, comforting hug.  "Don't worry dear, I love you with all my heart and even if he forces you to take off all your clothes for the pictures, I will understand," Andy said.  In fact, his cock was throbbing like it did when he was a teenager and it felt very invigorating.  There was no doubt in his lust-filled mind that Ken was going to see his charming wife in all her naked beauty.

The time remaining until the scheduled rendezvous was very quiet and Andy and Lori drifted into their own private worlds.  Andy was thoroughly aroused by the fact his wife was going to be an exhibitionist and display her sexy body to another man.  He secretly wished Ken would make Lori remove all her clothes and take naked pictures of his spouse.

Lori was more upset with Andy's casual attitude towards her demise than at Ken's demands as she prepared for the upcoming rendezvous with heightened emotions.  Yes, she had to admit, that being exhibitionist had been a fantasy for many years, but she never really thought that it would be played out in the real world.

Suddenly Lori remembered Ken's final warning.  "Oh, he did mention one more thing.  He said that I would be with him for many hours and that you shouldn't worry when I am late getting home," she said and wondered why on earth she told her husband.  The fact sounded totally incriminating and one could only imply that she would be at the whims of the unscrupulous man.

Andy did feel a twinge of jealousy but his engrossed mind quickly accepted the implications of that detail.  They had talked about Lori having sex with someone, a stranger most likely, and afterwards the couple always had passionate intercourse together.  Hearing that his dreams and fantasies might finally come to fruition, Andy wished he could witness his wife's affair.  He watched Lori get dressed in an outfit that truly made her look ravishing and desirable.  His pecker did numerous upward jerks approving of his wife's appearance, but he did feel envious, yet aroused, that Ken would most likely touch his faithful spouse's nude body.

Not much was said when Lori quietly left for the dreaded appointment and she wondered what lay in store for her.  Lori realized Ken was a crude man but still she prayed he would be lenient with her.  The drive was a short one and she arrived at the address with a few minutes to spare.  Ken watched his newly, devoted subject get out of her car and felt his heart rate increase many times.  She looked more adorable than he remembered and he watched her saunter up to the door trying to convey a mode of confidence.

Ken opened the front door after one ring and warmly welcomed Lori into his parent's home.  He quickly explained the situation and told her that he planned on taking pictures of her nude around the newly installed hot tub.  "That's all you're going to do?  Take pictures and then I can go?" Lori asked the unctuous, grinning man.  He put her at ease for the time being by assuring her that indeed, he merely wanted to advertise his business and ensured not to reveal her face in any of the shots.  This did appease Lori to some degree but Ken's arrogant attitude did scare her.

He escorted Lori to the backyard and began to give her orders to undress.  "Get your fucking clothes off and stand over there," he ordered and waved his hand to indicate the deck surrounding the tub.  Lori looked to where he pointed and saw a beautiful cedar deck running around a steaming tub of water.  It was sort of a surreal setting and although it was still bright outside, there were shadows cast in the hot tub area.  She glanced around to see how much privacy there was and noticed that there were no vantage points available to see into the property.  At least that gave Lori some comfort knowing she would be undressing in front of only one man.  She felt like asking about a bikini or some kind of swimsuit but decided that it was a useless, silly question.

Suddenly Ken gave indications he was getting impatient and wanted Lori to do as requested right away.  She decided to move over to the intended area and slowly walked to a shaded portion of the deck.  Ken's eyes got much larger when Lori dropped her dress on the wooden platform and she stood before him in only a lacy, uplift bra and panties.

Normally Lori didn't wear a bra, as she liked the attention she got from men when her breasts jiggled seductively when she moved.  Her breasts were plenty firm enough to go without one, but she did wear one on this evening.  Ken could see the vague outline of Lori's stiff nipples and he remembered thinking, "Why in hell does she need an uplift bra with such big, firm tits?"  He merely stood staring at Lori's body and then gave hand signals for her to continue the striptease.

Lori removed the remaining garments without a word and she tried to do it without any embellishment.  Her complete body was quivering from being forced to obey the man's orders and it made her mad when she saw the leering evil glint in his eye.  Suddenly a wave of courage flowed through her body and she decided to rebel against Ken's stern control.  She stood stubbornly before the man as if to say, you can look mister, but don't touch.

Awestruck by her naked charms, Ken openly gawked at her nudity.  Impatiently Lori asked, "Well, what are you waiting for?  Take the fucking pictures so I can get out of here," she told her blackmailer.  Swiftly, Ken shifted the camera from around his neck to point it in Lori's direction preparing to shoot a picture.  He wanted to act strict and powerful with his buck-naked neighbor, but decided to keep the pace slow.  After all, Ken thought, he had all night and he was going to ravage the wonder-woman of his dreams with or without her consent.

His plan was working perfectly and at any second, the next phase would kick into action.  Ken had a devilish grin thinking of what was about to happen to his innocent neighbor.  "Here, let me take those clothes so they aren't in the way for the pictures," he whispered and nonchalantly took all Lori's clothes from the deck and threw them into a remote location of the yard.

It was time to take control and show Lori who was the boss.  Lori was fairly confident she could retain a measure of power, at least enough to keep her dignity, she hoped.  Ken acted like a professional photographer and walked up to Lori pretending to get her to pose in certain ways.  "Look bitch, don't act so fucking superior with me.  We both know that you're nothing but a slut.  Yes, indeed, you sure do put on a good show when hubby fucks you."  With a smug smile he added, "How about doin' it with me too, honey?"

The impertinent question brought a swift negative response from Lori.  "You said pictures.  That's all I am here to do, get it?" Lori said in her most defiant voice.

Ken ignored her and kept taking pictures of her nakedness.  "Now stand over there and put on a lovely pose for one last picture," he said and Lori hoped he was telling the truth.  She moved to the far side of the tub and watched Ken as he snapped a few more pictures.

A noise from the home's patio door attracted Lori's attention and she looked to see Ken's two sons standing in the open doorway.  She was dumbfounded and quickly put her right arm across her chest with her hand over her left breast.  Her left hand went to cover the magnetic, shaved area that drew three sets of eyes.  There was no sound, nothing said and all four stood motionless for many seconds.

Lori looked to Ken for help.  She pleaded with her eyes and wanted him to save her.  If she wasn't naked, she would have run like mad to get away but then she realized that any escape was right past the two boys.  "Get your ass over here bitch.  It's time you were shown how to act.  Do you know what you are going to do now?" Ken asked and looked Lori directly in the eyes.

She shook her head as if to say, "No, I don't know," and she acted in a most timid fashion.  Lori didn't know what to do and it was Ken who showed her.  He made motions with his hand that she move over to him.  "Get over here now!" he brusquely ordered.  He was such an arrogant man and Lori was actually afraid of him, so she moved, as he demanded.

It took but 20 or 30 seconds for Ken to remove all his clothes.  He stood proudly in front of Lori who had halted her advance a few feet before reaching him.  Horror filled her mind when she noticed that Ken was different than Andy, very different.  Why she looked and just didn't run was a mystery to Lori.  His cock not only stood hard and erect in front of his hips, bobbing up and down as if to beckon to her, it was measurably longer than any she had seen.  She had watched movies where studs had huge cocks but never seen one for herself.  Lori didn't move a muscle and watched the loathsome man walk right up to her.  She ripped her eyes off Ken's prodigious endowment and looked into the eyes of the devil.

"Get on your knees, bitch, and suck a real cock.  I've watched you suck Andy's cock so many times in the backyard and now it's my turn," he said making Lori wince in agony.  She thought of the number of times she had given her loving husband a blowjob in the privacy of their home.  How many times, ten, fifty, a hundred, there were numerous encounters with both Andy and Lori fantasizing that strangers could see them.

Suddenly the detested man's deep voice broke into her train of thought.  "You loved doing it and showing off, didn't you?" he asked Lori making her cringe.  All the times Andy and Lori had made love in the privacy of their yard or patio, not in a million years did she think anyone was really watching.  Although the couple talked about being exhibitionists and doing things in front of people, they never wanted to do it for real.

Lori's mind raced for answers.  She desperately wanted to find a solution to get rid of Ken but the facts he just revealed plus the naked pictures of her darling daughter were profound.  An overpowering sensation came over her and Lori felt overwhelmed by the crude man.

Ken reached out to Lori and with a swift slap, knocked her hands from in front of her body.  She attempted to raise her arms to cover her exposed flesh but another slap indicated that Ken wanted her arms kept at her sides.  Lori desperately looked to where the two boys were standing and noticed their entire focus was in her direction.  "Ken, Ken please, not when the Sean and Troy are watching," she begged the ill-mannered man.

"Don't worry honey, they will be using their hard cocks on you just like I am going to," Ken whispered and held Lori's complete attention.  "I like my bitches to beg for it and by the fuck, you're going to beg or I'll slap the ever-livin' shit out of you," he told the horrified woman.  "Now put your hand on my rod before I have to get rough," he said and laughed out loud seeing Lori's eyes cast a downward glance.  "Yes, look at my pecker, bitch, and tell me... is it bigger than Andy's?" he asked with a chuckle.  He knew perfectly well it was from watching the many exhibitions put on by the couple over the past years.

Lori looked at the man's penis and realized that it was indeed larger, not only much thicker than her husband's but also longer by at least two or three inches.  Her eyes went from the big cock to the smug grin on Ken's face and she really didn't want to make a confession.  She fully understood he didn't need to know details and it mystified her that she told him.  "Yes... Oh Ken please, not here with the boys present."

Lori meekly returned his steely stare and realized he wasn't satisfied.  "You are, yes, you are bigger," she whispered and looked down at the magnetic object of her affection.  Ken found it most rewarding when she continued, "It's so thick, much thicker than Andy's.  And, and it's long, so long and so thick.  Oh gawd, you can't be serious?"  Her strict childhood and upbringing had taught Lori to never let lust or desire control her emotions but at that very moment, she felt totally ashamed of the way her body yearned for a strange man.

Suddenly, Ken grabbed her dainty hand and guided it to his long, fiery shaft.  She flinched when the burning flesh touched her hand but reacted by closing her fingers around the cock.  It was throbbing madly and Lori could not remember feeling anything so intensely hypnotic.

"Get down on your knees and have a real close look at the cock that is going to make you a real woman," he boasted and made Lori's stomach quiver in disgust.  He was such an egotistical, arrogant man and seemed to think he was God's gift to women, which infuriated Lori.  Lori was firmly set in her mind that she was not going to surrender to such a despicable man.  Her fingers wrapped around the thick meat, and she realized the shaft was too wide for her fingers to go all the way around.  She looked first to the inflamed cock, then to her left to see the boys who were thoroughly intent on watching their father molest the sexy, neighbor lady.

Before Lori could react, Ken grabbed her by the hair and forced her down to her knees with her face so close to his groin she could feel his body heat.  "You and Andy love doing this and showing the world, so... now let's see what you can do with a real cock.  Suck it baby, suck," came the orders from hell.  Lori merely stared at the throbbing pecker not believing what he was telling her.  "I watched you in the hot tub the other night and you put on quite the performance.  I can hardly wait to fill your mouth with hot chizz," he uttered the vile statements to make Lori shudder with fright.

It was time to show the confused woman who was in control and what she had to endure.  He planned on demonstrating to Lori exactly why she was going to be a willing servant for the three sex-starved neighbors.  "If you don't want me to post all the naked pictures of your precious daughter on the Internet, start doing what you're told, or I'll kick your naked ass out the door.  Everyone in the world will see your little girl's gorgeous tits, and that wonderfully trimmed pussy," Ken said holding motionless for a few seconds.

Suddenly it happened and Lori was unable to stop it.  Stunned by Ken's blackmail statements, she allowed him to ram the flared head of his dripping cock into her tightly closed lips, hard enough to separate them.  Out of the corner of her eyes, Lori could see the dark shapes of the boy's bodies as they moved to either side of her kneeling body.  It was wrong, it was against everything she believed in, and it was being unfaithful to her beloved husband but yet she opened her mouth.

"That's it bitch, suck my hard cock," came the words she least wanted to hear.  "Come on boys, take your clothes off and get ready for some of the prettiest shaved pussy you'll ever fuck," Ken whispered to his sons.  Lori noticed movement on both sides and knew they were obeying their father's wishes.  She let out a dire gasp of air around the pulsating cock when Sean, on her right side, brushed his pecker against the soft skin of her face.  Lori felt like dying when she felt the head of Troy's cock push into her ear and whimpered when he wiped the pre-cum off the head of his pecker.  She realized these vulgar men, or boys, were treating her like scum and like a toy for their personal pleasure.

The meat in her hands, as now both her dainty hands were wrapped around the vast expanse, was throbbing madly making her feel the anticipation of what he was planning to do.  Yes, she realized Ken was going to make her drink his poisonous venom without any recourse.  He held her head positioned on his cock and pumped his hips so that his piston went in and out of her hot mouth like he was about to climax.

"That's it boys, rub your cocks on her face like that.  Let her feel the dicks that are going to fuck her," Ken said loud enough to ensure all heard.  When the blast of hot, steamy lava hit the back of Lori's throat, she coughed and choked.  Ken grunted and groaned like a wild beast as he shot his load of semen into the heavenly mouth.  She gulped the filthy liquid down her throat as fast as she could, bringing immense joy to her perverted neighbor.  Lori loved nothing better than to give Andy a long, slow blowjob and she suddenly realized her hands were squeezing and milking the elongated manhood much like she did with Andy. 

Sean was the oldest and took the initiative by moving to the rear of the vulnerable woman who was kneeing before his proud father.  He had never watched anyone perform sex and the erotic images quickly filled his mind with reckless desire.  Seeing the attractive woman act in such a wanton fashion and sucking his father's cock spurred him into action.  It was easy to get Lori into a perfect kneeling position on her hands and knees, and it seemed almost like she assisted in the demeaning maneuver.

The boy stared between the milky thighs and was torn about what to do first.  He wanted to feel the delectable pussy around his hardened pecker yet it was the temptation to taste a woman's charms that finally won out.  Ken held the prisoner steady with his strong hands and prevented Lori any escape from the ensuing onslaught.  Everyone could see that it would have been fairly easy for the captive to get off her knees, or at least spit the man's softening pecker out of her mouth, but she obediently remained in a most compromising position.  Like a dog in heat, Lori stayed on hands and knees waiting to be ravaged by a teenage beast.

The boy crouched low and attacked the vulnerable opening, which was left without any protection.  He thrust his baby face into the burning inferno and the shear fact it was the neighbor lady whom he had dreamed about for years took his breath away.  Sean buried his nose in Lori's puckered asshole and sucked her bald pussy into his mouth like a lover who had been doing it for many years.

With great reluctance, Ken pulled his dwindling cock out of Lori's mouth and continued to hold her in an enslaved position.  He saw the fervor displayed by his oldest son and grew jealous of the boy's success.  Sean had his big hands on each of Lori's ass cheeks, pulling them hard to the sides.  This opened her divine crevice to the young predator and the teenager approached heaven with a smile on his face.

Lori's eyes pleaded with Ken to stop his son from molesting her.  "Please, Ken, stop him.  It isn't right.  Please stop him from touching me down there.  He's only a boy," came the pleas of a desperate woman.  "He's only a boy, please don't let him do that with his mouth," Lori cried out once again realizing she had never felt anything like what the teenager was doing to her precious womanhood.  It was a last valiant attempt to gain freedom and Lori understood that if it failed, she was doomed to be a sex servant to a man and his young sons.

Ken displayed the arrogance that Lori hated and he completely ignored her begging.  He looked her straight in the eyes, holding her stare long enough to prove his superiority.  "I told you how it was going to be so shut the fuck up!  You're going to get fucked!  Fucked by Sean, fucked by Troy and fucked by me.  You won't be getting home to sugar daddy for a long, long time," he told her.  "When Andy sees you and feels your well used pussy, he'll know you were fucked by men.  Many men, many times," he said and laughed at the troubled look on Lori's pretty face.  "You're going to cream all over our cocks, bitch, and suck them until we can't get hard anymore," Ken told her with a most serious tone.

Sean didn't really have much experience at cunninglingus but he had heard many of his friends talk about how to do it.  They all mentioned the woman's clitoris and how it was the center of her universe.  Sean was after his first real woman and the promise of being able to do anything his heart desired was inflaming his mind beyond reason.  He tasted the sweet nectar and knew he was born to fuck.  Swirling the tender morsel around in his mouth made Lori's hips roll side to side and Sean knew he had hit the mother lode.

Lori fought with every trick she knew to stave off the rising, unwanted desire inside her body.  She began talking to herself in an attempt to keep her emotions under control.  "Lori, he's only a kid.  You can surely resist him, he doesn't know what it takes to turn on a real woman," she said and suddenly felt herself on a slippery slope.  "Surely you can resist," she said as if she were a third person trying to convince a friend.

All her life, Lori never had to wait, never had to prolong or keep a check on her passions.  She always had to rush, to hurry so she could experience an orgasm with Andy.  Even the other men in her life before she met Andy were fast, much faster to climax than Lori and she had to often help herself.  She was in foreign territory and really didn't know how to fight off the rising urges.

The answers to her dilemma came from her body and the truth destroyed her will to resist.  "Holy fuck, look at her ass go," the father said.  "Sean, boy, you're really doing it to her.  I think she's having a fuckin' orgasm!" The words made Lori moan in agony.  He was correct and tears filled her eyes.  The initial spasms rocked her loins and she knew that a major collapse was immanent if there was no respite.

Sean put his fingers on the smooth, puffy labia and spread Lori's soul so he could devour her illustrious treasure.  Slapping the exposed bud with his tongue took Lori to the crest at the end of the world and she teetered.  She dug her fingers into the soft grass and prayed for a rescue.

Ken wasn't satisfied and wanted his sexy victim to reach the pinnacle of total devastation.  "Say it bitch!  Tell me you want Sean to eat your shaved cunt.  That's it, shove that shaved pussy into his mouth just like you're doing," Ken said and Lori cried from not resisting.  Yes, indeed she was pushing back as if to say, 'take me', to a mere boy.  Lori told herself once again that she was a fully-grown woman and surely able to resist the young son of her demeaning neighbor.

Suddenly the teenager turned the mature woman to putty and an orgasm washed over her shores to drown her spirit.  Ken jerked a handful of black, curly hair and demanded she respond.  Lori knew what he wanted to hear and for some unknown reason, she complied.  "His, his mouth... is doing it to me.  His tongue is doing it.  Oh gawd, it's so good, the way he is sucking my clitty," she whispered in an almost moaning manner.

Suddenly sharp, pearly teeth closed on the protruding clitoris and nibbled until she voiced her pleasure.  "Oh gawd, not that.  It hurts.... Oh no, it doesn't hurt.  Oh gawd, I'm coming so hard I can feel my guts explode.  Oh gawd, I can't stop," were the final words of the shapely woman before she fell into a deep cavern.  Down and down she went and her inner being secreted love juices into the mouth of a boy.  His hunger was enormous and he sucked the raw clit with a passion not known to Lori.

Then it happened, Ken voiced her final demise.  "Atta boy, eat'er out!  Make her cum in your mouth, boy and drink her joy-juice," he said.  Lori knew she would have to comply with every rotten demand or suffer severe consequences.

Her body thrust and thrashed wildly and the boy sucked her pussy, seemingly caressing every nerve like a true professional.  Lori didn't think she could feel anymore but she was wrong.  With the speed of a gazelle, Sean shifted his body so that he was kneeling behind Lori.  The sudden release of her throbbing nubbin gave her mind the fleeting opportunity to think.  Still in Ken's grasp, she managed to turn her head enough to understand what Sean was about to do.

For the first time in her life, Lori felt like she was going to be raped.  The fact that a teenage boy was going to force himself on her was devastating or so she wanted it to be.  Everything she had ever heard about rape crossed her mind but it did nothing to extinguish the fiery desire now burning deep within her belly.

Sean's hips were at the perfect level and his eyes grew wide when he thrust the tip of the guided missile forward.  The warhead grazed the long, narrow slit running through the valley between Lori's velvety thighs and her head came up.  Her eyes flew open and looking straight ahead into the eyes of devil.  Lori saw Ken's rugged face covered with a broad smile.  "Now honey, you're going to feel a man-cock and my boy is going to fill your sweet cunt with his chizz," he told the woman of his dreams.

Lori could not remember her heightened emotions remaining or lingering at such a towering peak and it made her head swim with lust.  Vaguely, she could hear the three, vulgar males discussing their current conquest like she was a 'first place' trophy.  "That's it boy, shove that stiff cock of yours deep into her snatch.  See how the bitch squirms and wants you to fuck her?" the father said degrading Lori one more degree.

"Fuck dad, she's tight.  I think she's tighter than Sandy.  I can't get my cock all the way in her pussy," the teenage boy said through clinched teeth.  Sandy was the boy's girlfriend and the teens experimented with sex enjoying every second of paradise.  Sean and Ken continued the filthy talk and Troy chirped in the occasional statement for good measure.  "Can I do it too?  Can I fuck her like Sean is doing?" he whispered almost too quiet to hear.

"You fucking right Troy!  You'll be fucking the hot bitch and making her cum when Sean is done.  Son, this here's a hot-assed slut.  A slut who loves cock and we're all going to fuck her until we can't fuck anymore," Ken said and Lori suddenly knew the night was not going to end soon.

Lori was in another world and the things she heard were from another dimension.  They weren't really happening to her, but to someone else and she was watching.  She saw how the gyrating naked hips of the imaginary woman were being held in place and a teenage boy was ramming his long, length of steel deep into her open grotto.

Sean had succeeded in getting every inch of his big cock into Lori's volcanic cavity and he penetrated her to the hilt.  His pelvis made slapping sounds as it banged against the sweaty flesh of Lori's backside.  Lori visualized a woman with her back arched into a big curve to accommodate every last inch of her lover's long cock.  She saw the woman's face etched in sweat agony with the obvious eruption occurring deep in her epicenter.  "Oh fuck, oh he's so deep.  I can feel him deep inside me and I'm cumming... Oh, so deep and cumming, cumming, I can't stop it," the woman moaned in a most desperate voice.  Suddenly Lori realized she was 'that woman' in her dreams.

The orgasm was so intense that flashes of brilliance filled her head as she screamed for the boy to take her.  Her mind wanted to know why?  Was it the fact that an evil man controlled her destiny, or maybe it was the fact the hardened cock belonged to a boy, or maybe it was the fact that it was an explosive climax, or maybe it was just the fact Lori knew her ordeal was only beginning and that these three bastards were going to treat her like a whore.

She felt severe guilt from the awareness that the intense orgasm was extremely lustful, pleasurable in the extreme, making her a pawn for a teenager.  Nothing like it had ever consumed Lori and she didn't really know how to respond.  How many times had Andy and her talked about an orgy, Lori wondered?  She knew he would approve of what happened and being unfaithful was not the evil event it started out to be.

The young boy thrust into his dream woman so violently that it raised Lori's knees off the ground.  He knew she was climaxing and covering his enormous weapon with lubrication to make it easier for him to pump in and out of her spasmodic love channel.  Sandy and the other two girls he had screwed in his life were nothing like this.  Lori seemed hotter, tighter and certainly far more passionate than any young girl.  He wanted to prolong the orgasm and feel the total ecstasy for as long as possible.

Lori was in the middle of the major climax and didn't think anything would be more satisfying.  How wrong, she thought, as fiery lava filled her most secretive regions that had never been touched by any man.  She could not stop her heart from beating faster and her breathing became rapid and ragged.  Sean's sharp fingernails dug into the tender flesh of her hips and she felt telltale gouges carved in her skin.  He pulled her hips back hard to plant his enlarged cock into Lori's tender womb and extended her ecstasy.  It was the first.  A man shot his burning seed into her at the peak of her orgasm and Lori cried for forgiveness.

The words out of her mouth were not really a vocabulary but merely expressions of extreme rapture.  Vaguely Lori could feel her titties being caressed and groped by hands, many hands belonging to more than one person.  When the hard, swollen nipples were stretched and pulled so roughly that it would normally hurt, she only moaned with a desire for more abuse.

Suddenly, Ken shoved his youngest son in front of Lori and gave one demand.  "Suck his cock bitch, or else," he ordered refueling his enraged mind with lust.  The slim hips of the 16-year-old boy were adjusted so that his extra-long cock was thrust into Lori's face.  It was like a vision from the heavens and she felt a caring passion towards the boy.  It was her duty to nurture and reward the teen and her dainty hands went to the long, slim shaft.

Troy uttered a sound of pure happiness when Lori squeezed his pecker and his hips jerked rapidly attempting to reap more joy.  The size of the boy's cock surprised Lori and she was slightly hesitant to put her mouth to the lustrous head.  Suddenly Ken grabbed the back of Lori's head and shoved it towards the target.  In one motion, the flared head disappeared and slurping sounds radiated throughout the enclose backyard.

"That's it baby, suck his cock and make him a man," came the depraved request.  Lori wanted desperately to stop the immoral affair but knew that would be impossible with three, strong men having physical control over her.  Her mind was resigned to the fact of their superior strength and that they were capable of making her follow a planned routine.

The young hips thrust to and fro and without any real willpower until her throat captured the intruding rod.  The boy had watched the previous erotic events and his stamina was rated in seconds instead of minutes.  He desperately pinched the nozzle shut hoping the session would last a long time but the volcanic heat of Lori's mouth quickly overcame his resolve.  The cock jumped in Lori's fists and she realized the teen was having an orgasm.  It was a first for Troy, to have someone suck his cock and his head was about to explode when he released the load of virile semen.  The fountain erupted and Lori drank and swallowed rapidly in an effort to prevent choking on the gooey liquid.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lori could see a camera in Ken's hands and instantly knew it was too late to go back.  She realized the bastard would have new evidence to hold against her and would surely use it to fulfill his many fantasies.  Lori felt sorry for herself and sobbed with shame and embarrassment from having to be a sex slave for three evil individuals.

She swallowed the vast quantity of cum from the loins of the youngest teen and listened to the voice of her abductor.  "I can hardly wait to ram my hard cock in the bitch.  Christ Troy, you're going to drown the bitch if you keep filling her belly with cum boy," Ken said laughingly to his son.

Everything in her logical mind told Lori that it was wrong and immoral, yet, she marveled at the magnificence of the boy's pecker.  It was long, so long and slender that it seemed surreal, like the lance of a warrior.   The extended shaft fit easily into her dainty hands like it belonged, not like his father's thick penis, Lori thought.  Knowing she was milking the cock and bringing the young teen as much joy as possible only added to her guilt.  A momentary wish came from a genie and Lori quickly brushed it aside.  "I wonder what his cock would feel like inside me?" the secret genie asked.

"Wait till Andy's sees his sexy wife sucking on a kid's big dick," Ken whispered to his hostage.   "He'll get a hard-on for sure.  What do you think he will say when I show him this movie?" Lori was flabbergasted by his revelation and prayed he was only kidding.  She could only imagine what she looked like paying homage to a meager teenager in such an immoral fashion.

Lori's innocent mind didn't believe he would show anything to her husband but Ken's plans had been formed long ago.  His scheme included getting the upper hand on her husband and making him a willing participant in Lori's demise.  Ken's stomach quivered like crazy when he thought of getting Andy agreeable to assist in having Lori sexually used and abused by himself and his sons.  Ken considered his plan shear genius and was very confident it would work exactly the way he had it scripted.

Ken watched the erotic action taking place on the soft, grass-carpeted lawn and witnessed his youngest son's virgin breaking climax.  He saw Lori's two large titties bouncing up and down in a most seductive manner and yearned to feel the silky, sculptured boobs.  Yes, he was going to ensure Lori felt his man-sized cock.  He had looked forward to this day for a long, long time.

The boy cried out loud with every blast of steamy, hot cum and his body shuddered with a newfound passion.  Lori was well aware of his colossal satisfaction and clung to his hard pecker as if to keep her head above water.  When hands circled her body and wanted her to move, to shift over to the side where another body was waiting, she cooperated like a submissive servant. 

Her fingers were almost ripped from Troy's burning flesh and Lori found herself standing with her feet on either side of Ken's wide hips.  From far above, she looked down at the disgusting man and saw that he was thoroughly aroused to where his hard cock was standing erect.  It hovered at an angle above the man's hairy, flabby stomach and confirmed once again what Lori already knew, it was measurably bigger than Andy's.

Lori looked at Ken and saw his lips moving but she didn't hear a sound.  Suddenly her mind shifted into the present and the gruff voice appeared.  "You're my bitch!  It's time you became a real woman and got fucked by a real man," the most hated man in Lori's life said.  His degrading words filled her with disgust but she did not turn away.

Ken lay on his back and motioned with his hands while he spoke.  He wanted Lori to sit on top of his hips so he could watch her.  He wanted to see her body, her glorious tits bounce and sway in time with him fucking her.  Ken didn't want to miss one second of his sexy neighbor's demise as he prepared to realize a dream come true.

"Get down here and put that shaved pussy on my hard cock.  Do it!  Do it now, bitch! I want to make that tight, little pussy feel a man's cock right now," he said.  Suddenly gave a stern order.  "Move!  Move it now, slut!" he voiced the command.

Oh, how Lori loathed the arrogant son-of-a-bitch, she thought.  He thinks he can do anything he wants and thinks he can make me want his disgusting body, she told herself.  Mustering one last challenge to defy the man, Lori stared in his direction with fire in her eyes.
 
Lori was totally amazed when her legs collapsed.  She sank downward until she was sitting on top of the man's throbbing penis.  Sobbing could be heard and it became apparent to Ken and his sons that someone had conceded defeat.  Her legs were bent at the knees with one on each side of Ken's hips.  Lori shivered at the sensation caused along the open crack between her legs when she felt the hardened cock rest in line with her swollen labia.  Her body weight was enough to cause the thick, round shaft to easily spread her wet, pussy lips and the tormentor robbed Lori's sanity.  His iron rod was instantly covered with oil and slipped even deeper into the narrow crevice to give Lori further torture.

"Fuck yes, that feels good, bitch.  Now lift that bare ass up and grab hold of my 'Johnson'.  I want my slut to put it in her pussy all by herself... Is that clear, bitch?" he said in a calm, steady voice.  Lori was positive she did not lift her body to follow the man's directions but suddenly her pelvis hovered above Ken's.  Her hand was somehow around the hard pecker and Lori shuddered when her eyes noticed how it was aimed exactly at her most vulnerable crotch.

The bulbous head of Ken's cock was guided to the puffy pussy lips and forced them open to reveal the pretty, pink flesh.  It was totally surprising when the head was moved to and fro through the wetness in an almost teasing fashion and Lori didn't know how that could happen.  Her hand was the only thing touching the massive manhood and she believed there was no way she would do such a taunting thing.

Suddenly her breathing halted and she cried out to someone for help.  "No, no, don't do that, don't touch me.  Don't put your thingie in, not like this, please stop," she whispered with a most desperate tone.  When her breathing restored, it came in ragged, broken gasps and she realized that somehow the head was inserted just inside her vagina.  She never gave her consent or so she believed, but the fact remained, her hated neighbor was about to fuck her.

Lori's heart was doing an exhausting marathon and it pounded madly in her chest.  She could not understand how her emotions could soar to such great heights without love and affection from someone like her husband.  Yet, from the plateau she was on, Lori could see the top of the world.  Her soul was suspended, threatening to devour her gladiator's weapon like a Greek goddess.  Slowly and inch by inch her body lowered, her pussy stretching around the thick cock, spreading the walls of Lori's honey hole like never before until she felt her pelvis contact the hard, bone structure of Ken's raised pelvis.

Everything stood still and all relished the enriching moment.  The teenagers envied their dad and knew he was about to screw their sexy neighbor. 

His engorged cock, expanded to its full dimensions and at last firmly planted into his sexy neighbor's hot tight cunt, Ken held his breath and felt the intense heat of Lori's inferno sucking the stamina from his lust-filled mind.  Savoring the wonderful feeling of his cock buried in a genuine woman for the first time in months, he desperately wanted to keep things exactly as they were.

When a sharp spasm shot through Lori's loins, she realized the end was near.  She could not remember feeling so stimulated, so aroused and more tremors rocked her lithe body.  Her claws searched for something to hold on to.  She gave a final struggle to stave off her destruction and dug her nails into the vile man.  It merely inflamed Ken to a higher summit and he suddenly began thrusting up and down like he was possessed by the devil, ramming his thick weapon in and out of her ravished cunt hole. 

Lori felt like a virgin, a love struck woman seeking fulfillment from a gallant gentleman.  She imagined that all the erotic adventures and love sessions in her life had been performed for the purpose of getting her ready for Ken.  An orgasm erupted from the deepest reaches of her inner soul and Lori fully welcomed the large intruder to her secret grotto.  Her eyes were glazed, looking straight ahead at the crest of ecstasy.  She saw brilliant flashes of light on the far side and it was a most comforting feeling knowing this man, this wonderful man was taking her to the land beyond.  Lori would remember the fantastic orgasm for an eternity.

He had named her 'bitch' and at the moment of conception, she knew the term was accurate.  She gazed into Ken's eyes and saw something for the first time and it frightened her.  'What would it mean to her marriage, to her loving husband and family?' she wondered.  Lori was suddenly a woman with uncontrollable urges for lust, a woman willing to be this man's sex slave, to do with as he pleased.  She knew she should fight and resist Ken, realizing that her unrestrained craving for more ecstasy from him would soon bring about her absolute, total surrender.

With their eyes locked as they fucked he said, "You're mine, all mine and now you are going to be my faithful bitch."  Demanding complete submission he asked, "Can you feel my cock, my thick dog cock, and my knot inside your cunt?"  Arrogance and dominance were radiated by Ken's confident manner and the obvious display went unobserved by the impassioned woman.

"Oh gawd, it's deep, deep inside and the orgasm... I have never creamed like this," came the dire words of a beaten adversary.  Lori felt her womb accept the dog's seed and knew she was tied to Ken for a long time.  Ken held his hips thrust upward, his cock pressed tightly against and then through her cervix while he jettisoned his hot lava directly and deeply into his Lori's womb.

All her life Lori had to hurry to keep up with her man, not wanting to miss out on a rewarding climax.  That was mainly due to her sexy body and appearance, which turned a man's stamina to quicksand.  With Ken, Lori was also rushing to stay ahead of her lover and every demanding thrust by the vile man merely heightened her pleasure and enjoyment. 

Exhaustion overcame the two when the roller coaster of lust roared down from the mountain of ecstasy.  Lori fell forward with her upper body over Ken's and she felt no strength to struggle out of the man's grasp.  With a hint of pride and embellishment, he thrust his spent hips up and down a few more times as if to say, you'll always be my bitch.  The head of his weapon remained inserted in Lori's cervix and her tummy quivered every time Ken twitched or moved.

Lori's senses were alive and she seemed to notice every little thing around her.  A tiny shiver ran through her body with the realization that sex with her devoted husband was great and something she cherished, but for some unexplained reason, sinful lust overrode and trumped everything in her past.  She seemed to know and understand exactly what the three strong, virile males wanted and needed.  It was her body they desired and it was apparent by their heightened emotions that she could bring them satisfaction.

Her conscious memory was vague and foggy, as she offered no resistance to any and all sexual advances.  She was not even aware of how many times she sucked a hard cock or how much hot, steamy fluid flowed down her throat into her belly.  The one thing that did remain constant was the earth-shattering spasms that erupted inside her womanhood each time one of the Patterson's fucked her.  It seemed like her soul suddenly belonged to these three disgusting, vulgar individuals and Lori was not able to keep the intense lust under control.

They used, abused and took liberties with Lori far above and beyond anything imaginable.  The awful part for Lori was the way her body and her mind accepted, indeed relished what they did to her.  She fully welcomed their caresses and touching and cooperated with all their depraved demands without hesitation.  Lori could not phantom how she could feel passion and desire for her three hated neighbors.

Nearing the end of the evening, Ken had the urge to forecast Lori's future.  "I am going to send Rex over and he is going to fuck this tight-ass bitch too," he said to one of his sons.  The disheartening words made Lori winch and she uttered a gasp of astonishment.

Ken grabbed her by the hair and spoke directly in her ear.  "Let me hear you say it.  Tell me what will happen," Ken whispered. 

Lori knew what he wanted to hear and without holding back, she fulfilled another one of the man's perverted fantasies.  "You are going to send your dog over to my place and he is going to f... going to fuck me.  Oh gawd, your filthy dog is going to make me his bitch just like you did," she moaned in a shaky, quivering voice.  She could have stopped but that did not happen.  Sinking to her neighbor's perverted level Lori said, "Rex is going to rape me like you did and fuck me with his big, throbbing dog cock."

Her cunt yearned for a hard cock and there was one for her to have right at her fingertips.  She rotated her body until she was above a teenage boy.  "Fuck me, fuck me with your hard cock.  I need you now," she said and held the bully at the entrance to purgatory.

In a blink of an eye, the boy slammed his ramrod into Lori's waiting channel and he heard a whish of air escape her lungs.  As it had earlier, the thrusting pecker stole Lori's dignity and she welcomed her teenage lover without breathing.  Rudely and roughly, he almost threw her on her back when he twisted his body when he decided he wanted to be on top.  Lori landed with a thud. In one thrust, Sean embedded his cock deep in vagina to demonstrate his ultimate superiority.  Willingly the older woman spread her legs wide to accommodate the young stud, and when the head of his big cock pierced her cervix one last time, the orgasm was instantaneous.

Lori was a very fortunate woman to experience multiple orgasms, but this evening was nothing like anything in her past.  It seemed her ecstasy rode a plateau surrounding one climax after another.  Until now, she didn't think a woman could experience so many incredible orgasms.

She tried not to think of repercussions or what she would tell her husband, but merely lived for the moment of wanton coupling.  Lori was possessed by the teenager and completely opened her spirit to the boy.  It proved to be one more time when she acted like an immature schoolgirl and climaxed well ahead of the man.  When Sean did finally orgasm, Lori clung to his demanding body in an effort to reward his bravery.

Ken decided to implement the next phase of his plan and it would start with reassuring Lori that he was not a storyteller.  "Don't worry about Andy," he told her fingering her swollen cunt while his exhausted sons watched.  "Just tell him that I forced you to have sex and that you did it with me only." He wanted to keep the upper hand to bring her husband into the fray.  Ken figured that Andy may not accept the fact his wife had intercourse with his teenage sons so it was imperative to keep the fact from him.  Inevitably it would serve a dual purpose.  Somehow he would convince Andy to have his charming wife seduce an innocent teen.  He had the video of Lori with Sean and Troy to blackmail Lori into complete obedience.

Lori thought about what he said and agreed that keeping the boys out of her confession was a good idea.  One thing at a time was best, she thought, as Andy would surely have a hard enough time accepting the fact his next-door neighbor had unadulterated sex with her.  Trusting Ken would definitely haunt Lori, but her mind was too upset and confused to think straight.

Not much was said when everyone started getting dressed and ready to put an end to the evening's licentious affair.  The Paterson's were riding a mile-high cloud of complete satisfaction while Lori considered how best to approach her husband.  Before donning her clothing, Lori noticed the numerous abrasions on her coveted flesh and wondered how she would explain them to Andy?  The marks that stood out the most were the numerous large, red hickies on her breasts.  Try as she might, she could not remember who or how the incriminating marks got put on her womanly titties.  It was one more detail, she realized, that would require clever answers.

Ken ushered Lori to the door and watched the gorgeous woman get into her car and leave.  She drove home in a daze and pondered the things she was going to say to Andy.

THE END
Please e-mail me with your comments, as I would appreciate any from loyal readers.  I am fairly new at this type of erotic writing and hope my style is worth reading.

 

 

 

 

p; Lately she seemed to be daydreaming more and more and it was all about her journey through life.  Betsy loved dreaming with her eyes closed and watching the animated images of her life story pass across her darkened eyelids.  Lately she was obsessed with fantasizing especially about some of the lewd and erotic events that happened over the years.

The weekend was progressing exactly as planned.  Betsy's life story continued with her waiting to end her relationship with Ron.  She regretted the previous period of her life but she was still grateful for the experiences.  After all, Betsy reasoned, it was these experiences that made her what she was today and Betsy was extremely happy with her present life.  She had met Danny a few years ago and he was that one person who each person hoped to meet in his or her lifetime.

Betsy couldn't remember how long she remained loyal to Ron but it must have been many months.  Having sex with Ron's friends and strangers was something that changed Betsy.  She became numb when it first happened and quickly fell into Ron's devious trap.  Today she realized that he used her to satisfy his perverted sexual desires, but back then, she would do anything, absolutely anything, to please him.  The ultimate reward in the world to Betsy, then, was being accepted by Ron even though she knew what she was doing was wrong.  It amazed her that a southern, Baptist girl could do such immoral things.

The middle period of Ron's relationship lasted far longer than Betsy would have liked.  Now she thought back to how naïve and stupid she had been, as the relationship progressed onto the next stage.  At the time she should have been suspicious when Ron begged her to dress up.  He even provided her with the attire and at first Betsy merely mumbled a few excuses for not wearing the clothes.  Ron quickly convinced her that it would make him happy if she dressed up and he persisted until she eventually surrendered.

Ron even helped and coaxed her, as she dressed, and he kept giving her compliments the whole time.  The attire was far sexier than she would ever wear out in public but that didn't deter Ron.  She wore a very short, black skirt that hugged her seductive hips like wet silk.  The skirt covered what Betsy considered the skimpiest thong panties, as they consisted of nothing but a small heart-shaped patch over the tip of her pelvis.  Attached to the patch were mere strings holding the heart in place, which gave her the feeling of not wearing any panties.

She wore a sheer black blouse that revealed a lot more than Betsy liked.  It was see-through and she breathed a big sigh of relief that there were small pockets directly over her breasts.  Luckily, she thought, the pockets helped hide the fact her snow-white bra was a cutout type, which left her areolas and nipples fully exposed.  Betsy wondered whatever made her fall for Ron's devious scheme but then she remembered that her devotion to the man was about to change.

Dressed in black and donning knee-high, black boots, Betsy glanced at herself in the mirror and the sexy sight took her breath away.  Today, lying on the bed dreaming about those early years brought back an awful memory.  She recalled that she was going to protest and plead with Ron but she didn't get the chance.  Ron grabbed her by the arm and they were out the door of her apartment before she could say or do anything.

All of a sudden a powerful tremor shot up her backbone with the thought of how the end came.  Like she did in the morning dreamland session, Betsy laid flat on her back with her arms and legs outstretched in spread-eagle fashion.  It felt much better when she assumed the prisoner-like position, which gave her the feeling of helplessness.

The images and visualizations were revolting and Betsy questioned her willpower to watch it all.  This was the interval of her life that was the hardest to recall and think about.  'Yes,' she thought, 'I must see it and then maybe I can forget.'  She closed her eyes and her eyelids lit up with the next installment.

Ron took her arm and they walked to the hotel room without saying a word.  When the door opened, Betsy knew the relationship was over.  She had to make a break and tell Ron that she did not want him anymore.  But sadly for Betsy, the movie played out in her head, and the eventual breakup would come later.

Ron had to push her into the room.  She stumbled across the floor until she was standing about a foot in front of the fattest man.  "Gino is paying you... and paying you dearly.  So make it good, baby," Ron said.  Ron blocked any exit and Betsy stood on legs that were almost ready to collapse.

A tear came to her eye realizing she was a whore.  Being paid for sex was the last thing in the world Betsy thought she would do.  All of a sudden Gino stood up and started stripping his clothes.  Her eyes opened so wide they hurt when she saw his fat belly revealed.  The man had no shame and he let his big stomach jiggle uncontrollably with her looking on.  When Gino was completely naked, Betsy thought she was going to be sick.

Probably the worst part of it all, Betsy reasoned now long after the sordid event, was the fact she still remembered his name.  Betsy considered Gino the grossest man she had ever met.  She dreamed of that horrible night and shuddered so hard that the bed began to shake.  If this was the way to forget, then Betsy was determined to remember it all.

Gino sat on the edge of the bed and he sort of leaned backwards, which was the only way she was ever going to get at his manhood.  Betsy stared at his pecker, as it hovered below his big belly, and she almost wanted to laugh at how silly he looked.  Gino's cock looked small and paltry next to his oversized belly and it was extraordinarily thin compared to the rest of his body.  His fat stomach looked ugly and she shivered at the thought of touching it. 

All of a sudden Ron had his hands on her.  "Take your blouse and skirt off... so Gino can see what you look like," Ron whispered.  "Com'on baby... show him your tits... and your gorgeous pussy.  Show him what he's getting for his money, babe."

Betsy never knew if Ron stripped her clothes or she did it.  Suddenly she was standing in her bra and panties and Gino's eyes were bugged out at the sight of the cutout bra.  "Holy, sweet Jesus!  What knockers!  Her fucking tits are gorgeous, Ron, and those nipples...!"

It was probably the first and only time in his life that Gino was in charge.  "Turn around... show me all you got, Sweetheart," he ordered.  Somehow she remained on her feet and slowly turned around.  "Oooooh, now that's beautiful.  Come a little closer, Sweetheart... I'm not going to hurt you."

Suddenly Ron shoved her next to the bed.  Gino sat up and his hands got busy.  He popped her boobs out of the bra and used his hands to fondle her making sure his fingers lingered on her nipples.  Then she flinched when his right hand swooped downward and covered the delicate heart-shaped thong.  Gino rammed his pudgy fingers between her thighs, which she was trying to keep closed, and he let his vulgar middle finger press against the string between her legs.

Ron was standing directly behind her and he held her steady for Gino.  She looked down and saw the filthy man was stretching her nipple far out from her chest.  All of a sudden Ron kicked her feet apart and that was all Gino needed.  "Sweet mother of God... my finger is in," he whizzed hardly able to contain his excitement.  "I'm in... I'm fucking in her cunt.  My finger is in her cunt!"

Betsy vividly remembered crying at that point, but the worst was yet to come.  She bucked up and down trying to evade his pudgy finger but it was hopeless, as he finger-fucked her.  Gino was close enough to smell the sweet scent of heaven and it was a drug to his overly aroused mind.  "Get down, Sweetheart... on your knees," he said laying back on the bed so his pelvis was openly displayed.  "Suck it, Sweetheart... earn your fucking money!"

Ron pushed her down to her knees until the small penis was mere inches from her overly flushed face.  The moment was a lasting memory for Betsy and she remembered staring at the man's gross belly and small cock.  It was utterly profound and Betsy could not believe her dilemma.  "Suck'im baby... and make it good," Ron whispered.

Suddenly her head was in Gino's lap and his pecker was in her fist.  She was positive Ron kept his hand on the back of her head the whole time but what did it really matter now, she reasoned.  Suddenly her forehead was hitting his belly and it was impossible to reach his cock with her mouth.  Her momentary relief was ended when Ron coaxed her onto the bed so that she was sideways to the fat man.  Nothing was in her way so it was easy for Ron to shove her head until it was on top of Gino's cock.

Her lips held tightly closed for a brief moment, but then someone forced her head downwards with a violent push.  Gino's cock was shoved into her mouth and she struggled madly trying to keep it from going down her throat.  Her mouth was like a volcano to Gino and the heat quickly robbed his resolve to prolong the experience.

Betsy felt his overstuffed body tighten like a violin string and she didn't like the tune.  His cock throbbed like crazy and she realized Gino's stamina was limited.  Betsy would never forget that first blast of cum when it hit the back of her throat like a rocket.  She vowed at that moment to do whatever it took to end her relationship with Ron.

The burning lava surprised Betsy, but not nearly as much as the size of the man's reservoir.  It seemed like Gino would never stop filling her mouth with the sticky, creamy cum and eventually she began to choke.  When the end finally came, she breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over.  But her hopes were quickly dashed.  "Damn!  I haven't had an orgasm like that in years... Now let's see what her pussy is like?"  Gino spoke and all Betsy could do was wonder.

"This fucking Viagra will keep me hard for hours... Let's see what this whore can do."  Betsy had no idea that Gino was using a new remedy, which cured a man's erection problems.  Even though the pill was not actually distributed to the public yet, Gino had gotten a trial sample.  He worked for Pfizer, the company that developed Viagra, and Gino personally knew the scientist who invented the drug.

The drug was actually developed as a heart medication to treat angina and hypertension but the company quickly realized the pill had far more dramatic affects on erectile dysfunction.  Pfizer realized the greater potential in that area and started a few preliminary tests.  Although the clinical trials didn't commence until the early 90's, the pill was available to a select few in the late 80's.  When Gino heard of the tremendous power of the new pill, he used his influence to attain a trial sample from his friend.  Although he hadn't used Viagra during sex, Gino was well aware of how long he retained a hardon after taking just one pill.

Betsy's tears came again but neither man cared.  In a split second, her bra and panties were ripped off her body leaving her dressed only in high-top boots.  Looking back on it, she now realized that both men found her nakedness alluring and sexy.  Betsy remembered how she kept her eyes closed, not able to look at the man.  Gino shifted around until he was between her splayed legs, which were forced apart by the big man.  Betsy felt him poking around with his penis and eventually he inserted the narrow head into her wetness.

Suddenly he started riding her like a mad bull and all she hoped for was that he would climax quickly.  That did not happen and Betsy endured what she considered the most painful nightmare.  He pumped his pecker in and out for minutes, which could easily have been hours.  Eventually he began to sweat like a pig from the strenuous exercise.  The sweat ran off his brow and off his chest falling onto her twisting torso, which merely added the Gino's enjoyment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gino pulled out.  "I'm having a hard time... use your tits," he ordered.  At first she didn't know what he meant but he made it clear.  "Use your tits... wrap those jugs around my cock... make me cum again, Honey."

Betsy almost fainted when he shifted around to lie flat on his back.  Once again Ron was there to ensure her obedience and he prodded her until she was crouching between the man's fat, hairy legs.  His hard cock bobbed just below his fat belly and she slowly moved hoping to end her turmoil quickly.

She crawled upward until her chest was just over his groin, and then she did it.  Betsy arched her back enough so that she could put her boobs on either side of his cock, and then she put her hands on the sides of her breasts.  She moaned when her hands pushed sideways until her boobs squashed the cock between them.

As dumbfounded as she must have been back then, Betsy willingly moved up and down so that her tits stroked Gino's cock.  She remembered looking down at the head of his cock poking up with every stroke and suddenly it happened.  The thick cum blasted from the end of his cock and hit her right in the face.  Again the man's juices were limitless and he covered her upper chest, neck and chin with the white cream.

Gino had no sooner climaxed when she was manhandled again.  The man had the endurance of a raging bull, which was obviously the result of the little blue pills.  Weakened from what she had gone through, Betsy almost died when Gino handed Ron another wad of bills.   "Here... this is for one more.  She's the best whore... ever," Gino whispered to her boyfriend.  "I can keep a hardon for one more... I want that luscious ass!"

It happened very quickly and Betsy was helpless.  The two determined men easily rotated her body until she was bent over the edge of the bed.  Her knees were on the floor and her upper body was draped on the bed, as the strong men held her prisoner.  Betsy remembered screaming at Ron for mercy but to no avail.  When the rotten man touched her ass with his everlasting hard cock, her heart stopped.

The memory was hazy but she remembered Gino playing around with her open slit most likely getting his penis covered with lubrication.  Betsy sobbed when he put the head of his cock at the entrance to her precious hole.  And then she felt him push... and push... and push until the narrow shaft was in.  She couldn't even put her arms down or reach behind because Ron was on the bed holding her arms high above her head.

It was the longest journey for Betsy.  She sobbed and cried and Gino kept fucking her ass like a madman.  He surely must have reamed her out and she was actually glad when he climaxed in her ass putting an end to the nasty affair.

The remainder of the night was nothing but a blur, as she thought about it now.  Betsy vaguely remembered Gino leaving the hotel room while she and Ron stayed.  She cringed thinking back to how they had sex before Ron had to go home to his wife.  That merely confirmed her decision to end the relationship with the man she once thought was the man of her dreams.  

***

Betsy remained in a trance enjoying the wonderful chance to slip back in time.  She was almost to the end of the worst chapter of her life and rushed forward wanting it to be over.  The movie resumed with Ron showing up at her place unannounced.  Betsy had gone over everything in her mind and she knew exactly what to tell him.

Betsy had decided to end the relationship, but all of a sudden, she was deathly afraid.  Ron stood at the door of her apartment expecting a kiss and that was what he got.  They embraced and Ron told her how much he loved her.  His voice was soft and loving and suddenly Betsy lost her nerve.

Ron told her that he was taking her somewhere special.  He then told her that they were going to meet his boss who was a very influential man and the head of a big, powerful company.  Ron stressed that it would go a long way to his getting promoted if his boss approved of her.  With all her courage gone with the wind, Betsy shuddered to think that she would have to endure one more night with Ron.

She remembered making a few feeble excuses for not going out but nothing worked at the time.  Ron justified her dressing up again and Betsy was completely dumbfounded at how malleable she was then.  He handed her a bundle of clothes and told her that his boss would find her ravishing when she dressed up.  Betsy remembered the clothes and it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine remembering how good she looked that night.

She wore a jet-black, evening dress and undergarments to match.  The strapless gown was perfect, as it was fairly loose, but still clung to every curve of her tall, lithe body.  The material was rich silk-like and the dress made her look very provocative and alluring.  Her bra didn't have straps and it was made of shear lace with pushup cups that made her breasts appear overly seductive.  She shivered thinking of what Ron's boss said when he saw them.

The rest of her attire added to her beauty.  Her panties were skimpy but they did cover all her abundant assets.  They were cut tantalizingly high on the sides, which gave her the appearance of being a tall, lanky Amazon.  The black high heels were stiletto type and Betsy appeared ready for an elegant party.

The way Ron got her to do everything he wanted simply amazed Betsy to this day.  They went to a luxury condo where his boss lived and the elevator ride up the tower complex to the top was quiet and eerie.  Just before the elevator stopped, Ron decided to talk.  "Stan... that's my boss.  He will probably want to have a nice dinner and then maybe some dancing.  I'm not sure what he'll do... but he was very pleased when he saw your picture," he said.  "This is really important.  He promised me a promotion if things went good."

'If things went good'... Betsy had no illusions as to what that meant.  When the doors of the elevator opened, she had a hard time walking when they went to the door of the condo.  Luckily for Betsy, Ron held her by the arm but when the doorbell rang, it was like someone put a heavy weight on her chest.  The door opened and she felt the whole world coming down on her.

"You must be Betsy.  I've heard so much about you... please, come in," the ruggedly handsome man said.  His hand motioned for her to enter and he took her arm from Ron.  Then Stan guided her over to a table, which was richly setup for dining.  "You look ravishing... truly gorgeous, my dear."

The smug grin on Stan's face told Betsy everything she needed to know.  She reasoned that she was in big trouble and her heart beat so fast it was hard for her to breath.  Her chest pounded and Betsy hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

The three ate a lovely meal and then the fun started.  Ron's boss obviously had too much wine and his cordial manner suddenly changed.  "I ssink we should go into my entertainment room for somessing to drink... yano, sort of take the edge off," he said with a little slur, and a chuckle.  She found nothing funny at all with what the man said but didn't know how to get out of her mounting dilemma.

This was the point of the evening that Betsy's memory stopped... up until today.  The demons had always been too strong to continue but suddenly she vowed to see it through to the very end.  Ron's boss invited them into a large room set up for entertaining guests to his lavish home.

Looking back on it, Betsy saw how things progressed.  Both men already had too much to drink but that didn't stop them from consuming more.  Stan handed her a drink and then he began kissing her neck and shoulders, as he stood slightly behind her.  Despite her shrugs and attempts to get away from his caresses, Stan wasn't a bit deterred.  At one point she considered sitting down but quickly decided it was better to be on her feet.

On drink number two, Stan got much bolder.  Music played in the background and they danced.  He kept putting his hands on her waist, her hips and even her behind.  Every time she tried to evade his assault, he merely moved his hands to another place so that it was a constant fondling.

On drink number three, she, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol.  Now when they danced, her evasive actions lagged his bold fondling and caresses by a second or two.  One time Stan even pulled the top of her dress out far enough so he could see her entire bare breast.  Probably the worst memory of that part was her giggling along with his excited laughter when he threatened to pop her boob right out of her bra and dress.

Now the movie skipped right along because Betsy was determined to expose all that happened during that frightful night.  Stan turned the music up a little louder and they danced some more.  The constant dancing and returning to the bar for more drinks were taking a toll on Betsy.  They danced for a little while; drank for a little while, and then refilled their glasses with drink number six.  Today, Betsy could only assume Stan had put more alcohol into her drinks than she was used to, because her memory of what happened next was somewhat blurred.

Ron's boss waltzed her down a hallway and into what she thought was a bedroom.  Now she could see it was really a dungeon, a room where a deviate, perverted man did things to women without any regard for their well-being.

Tears welled-up in her eyes, as she continued to recall the drastic events.  The room was dimly lit and at first Betsy didn't realize what she was getting into.  When the devious man locked handcuffs on her dainty wrists, she was too confused to speak.  Then the cuffs were tied to straps coming down from the ceiling and suddenly Betsy was helpless.  Stan tightened the straps until she was forced to stand on her tiptoes.

All of a sudden Betsy realized the peril she was in.  "What... gawd, please... what are you doing?  Let me go... please!" she said with as much emotion as she could muster.  Glancing down, Betsy saw that her extended arms being stretched above her head had pulled her boobs right out of her bra and dress.  The lacy bra was completely above the top of her dress and looking closer, Betsy saw her bra was sagging downward revealing the top portion of her nipples.

Stan moved directly in front of her and put his face up to hers.  "Ron tells me you like getting fucked by strangers," he said.  Then he forced his finger into her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down.  "Fucked in the mouth... fucked in the cunt... fucked in the ass," he said.  His free hand first covered her pelvis, which she tried in vain to move backwards.  "Tells me you like it rough!"  Then he moved his hand behind Betsy and squeezed her ass in a most threatening manner. 

"I'm going to make you beg, slut... beg me to fuck your precious cunt... beg me to fuck this precious ass," he whispered giving her ass another big squeeze.  Betsy thought of kicking the man but quickly gave that up when the weight of her body put too much strain on her wrists.  She merely wriggled and twisted feeling his brazen hands start roaming all over her body.  Stan purposely pinched the top portion of her dress with his thumb and forefinger before pushing the garment all the way down to her waist.  A smile crossed his face, as he glared down, leering at her succulent breasts, which were almost completely out of her lacy, black bra.

Suddenly Stan relaxed the straps and Betsy let out a big sigh of relief when her feet were flat on the floor.  She had never experienced any form of bondage or S&M and she feared the consequences.  The flashback even gave her goose bumps, as the frightening experiences came back to her.

Stan leaned against her shivering torso and put his lips next to her ear.  "Now those are some tits... I bet you love having them felt by strangers," he said.  "Don't you?"

He waited for what seemed like an eternity.  "Ron tells me that you're the best fuck... best piece of ass around," he whispered keeping his mouth next to her ear.  "He says you'll make me happy.  Are you going to make my happy, darling?"

She didn't know what to do.  The words came out before she could think.  "Yes... yes!  Oh gawd, no... no!"

All of a sudden Stan was gone.  He walked around and stood behind her so she couldn't see him.  Her head went side to side and suddenly she got the chance to see what was in the room.  Her eyes opened wide when she saw various pieces of equipment that looked like items found in a torture dungeon.  All she could do was emit whimpers, as she imagined what each item could be used for.

Stan was an expert and he loved being a master.  Nothing was more satisfying than breaking the will of a beautiful woman, and especially one as gorgeous as Betsy, he mused.  He vowed to take time to tease and taunt her until she broke.

Suddenly he was whispering in her ear again.  "Ron said I could do anything I wanted... and you would cooperate."  His fingers twisted in her hair and yanked her head backwards so she stared at the ceiling.  "He said you loved being fucked... and that you would be my little slut."

Then Stan let go of her head so she could stand up straight.  He walked around until he was right in front of her.  There was an evil smile on his face and it made Betsy madder than ever.  She fumed and her eyes glared at the man wanting to defeat the bastard.

"Ron tells me you're going to college to be a physics professor.  I admire that," he said.  "Not only do you have a great body... sexy as Hell.  But you have brains, too."

Suddenly his fingers were on the top portion of her bra.  He jerked the lace, out and down, with one swift motion.  "Whew... now that's a set of tits!"

Now she remembered it more clearly.  Stan turned into a 'Dr. Jekyll', as his pleasant demeanor suddenly became much more crude and obnoxious.  He grabbed the cups of her flimsy, lacy bra and ripped them apart much to her amazement.

Stan could see how Betsy set her jaw and seemed to be more determined than ever to fight him.  "Women with great tits shouldn't wear bras," he whispered.  "If I didn't know better... I'd say those nipples are hard, waiting for me to feel them... taste them?"

It was hopeless to squirm, or try to move, so she merely stood still.  Then he slowly and smoothly rolled her dress down and over her flared hips letting the garment drift to the floor.  He gave one of those catcall whistles when he saw her sexy, black panties and that made Betsy steam with anger.

Clad in only her panties, Stan had to admit Betsy was truly a refined, sexy woman.  His hands caressed her bare hips and slid down the sides feeling the heat radiate from her body.  Then he slowly grabbed the lace-covered elastic around her waist and pulled the silky panties down to the floor.  He yanked them under her feet and put them under his nose.  With his eyes locked on hers, Stan sniffed the garment giving the impression he liked the wonderful smell.

Naked and shivering, Betsy felt totally helpless.  She quickly glanced around the room in an effort to find Ron but gave out a groan of despair when she saw him.  Her boyfriend had his penis in his hand and he was fisting his rod like a raving maniac.  He obviously condoned what was happening and Betsy suddenly felt very alone in her struggle.

It was time for Stan to prove that he was master.  His plan was simple and Stan reasoned he would not need all the equipment in the room.  He would fuck her mind, then her luscious body. 

"I think our little professor is horny... don't you?" Stan said to nobody in particular.  All of a sudden he tightened the straps hanging from the ceiling again, just enough so that she had to stand up straight.  Betsy looked down and Stan was putting bracelets around her ankles and there was a length of pipe attached to them holding her legs spread.  Despite kicking and waving her legs, Stan had little trouble putting her in the most precarious, captive position.

Betsy remembered vividly how she pleaded and begged Stan to relent.  "Dear gawd... please Stan.  I don't know what Ron told you... but I'm not that kind of woman," she moaned.  "Please, oh please... let me go."

Stan merely grabbed her snatch and squeezed hard.  "Do you see all these pieces of equipment?  I plan using every one of them on you," he whispered.  Betsy felt her heartbeat speed up and her breathing get very ragged.  "The little professor is going to have something to tell her students when we're done."

Suddenly he let go of her crotch and started waving something in her face.  She tried to focus on the item, as it was real close to her eyes, and shuddered when she recognized a clothespin.  "What do you think I can do with this?"

Betsy was speechless and watched in horror, as he produced another clothespin.  Her breathing stopped when his arms lowered and Betsy knew exactly what he planned.  All of a sudden the two springy pins closed on her enlarged nipples and at first there was nothing.  No pain for a brief moment, and then it hit.  She cried out and pleaded for Stan to stop.  "Ooow... ooowee.  Oh gawd... please, it hurts too much."

She thought back to the dire event and realized Stan had been extremely devious.  He left the clamps on her aching nipples and slowly walked around her struggling body a few times.  Then suddenly he had a cat o' nine tails in his hand and he was testing it by snapping the leather tails in the air a few times.  Every time he walked around in front of Betsy, he waved the menacing whip at her.

Betsy had feared the worst when Stan threatened her.  Then he disappeared and obviously wanted to give her time to think.  Betsy turned her head side to side frantically before focusing on some of the mysterious items around the room.  Stan was purposely giving her time to reflect before he turned her into his loyal slave.

The first item she noticed seemed to be some kind of rack with buckles to bind a person's wrists and ankles.  Betsy reasoned that if a person were bound in the rack, they would be stretched out in a spread-eagled position leaving them entirely helpless.  Then she noticed a large dildo attached to some kind of mechanism, which looked like it would move the dildo back and forth.  She blinked rapidly thinking how the dildo would be perilously close to the person's crotch.  It could mean only one thing and Betsy let out a whimper imagining what the big pecker would do to her.

Another apparatus was off to her left.  She stared at what appeared to be an electronic torture machine.  Again it was a stretcher type frame that a person would be buckled into.  There were electronic probes with long wires attached and Betsy shuddered when imagining where the probes would be placed.  Her heart rate quickened thinking that Stan planned to use the electric shocker on her.

"Yes... that can be a shocking experience.  I have had strong women beg me for mercy... beg me to stop," Stan whispered.  Betsy flinched wildly when his sudden voice scared her.  "Just think... what would happen if I hooked up your cunt to that machine?"

The thought of being strapped and confined on that equipment made Betsy's heartbeat increase another cadence.  She would absolutely die if he put one of those probes between her legs.  Her body twitched just thinking about getting a jolt down there.

Betsy felt her resolve dying so quickly she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to fight the man.  Stan knew the turmoil she was experiencing but he had one more shrewd chastisement.  He held a crystal object in his hand and the shape of it sent a shiver up Betsy's spine.  "Here, Sweetheart... lick this plug," Stan said.  "Get it nice and lubricated.  Guess what I have planned for you?"

She started begging again.  "Stan... oh gawd, Stan.  Please, please don't," she cried.  Suddenly she was speechless, as he carefully shoved the crystal plug between her lips. 

Stan knew Betsy was almost his.  He left the plug in her mouth for a few moments, and then he slowly walked around her sweat-covered body.  All of a sudden he stopped directly behind her.  Betsy sensed he dropped to his knees and then she felt something.  Stan put the tip of the glass butt-plug on her back and began running it all over.  He traced lines up and down, left and right, until he swooped downward.  He ran the tip onto her tightened ass cheeks and then he dropped lower to caress her thighs and legs.

Betsy had her eyes closed tightly and she was praying.  Her arms ached from being stretched but that did not matter at the time.  Then his hands closed on her rosy cheeks and squeezed.  Stan pried her cheeks apart and he witnessed utopia.  He spit into her crack and made sure to make enough noise so she knew what was happening.  Then he touched her with the plug again.

"No... no, I can't take anymore.  Please, dear gawd... I'll do anything... just stop," she pleaded with the man.

Stan had her but needed just a little more.  He ran the tip of the plug up and down her crack a few times before stopping right on her cherished asshole.

"Anything... dear gawd, Stan.  I'll do anything you want... just stop that... and don't use any of those goddamn things on me," she moaned trying her best to convince Stan to show her sympathy.

Betsy cringed as her dream unfolded.  Even now, years later, her body was covered with sweat.  She remembered how the night evolved and soon she was going to be rid of the demon that had haunted her since that horrible night.  She dared not stop the dream so she let the images continue.

Suddenly Stan's serious, rugged face was right in front of her eyes.  There was no smile or even a twinkle in his eye.  "So if I stop... if I stop, what will you do for me?" he asked.  "I would really hate to use torture on such a beautiful woman... and especially one who promises to do whatever I demand."

She stared into the eyes of the devil listening to every word.  "If I untie you... what will you do for me?" he whispered.

Betsy really didn't know what to say.  She had resigned herself to do whatever he demanded but was too confused to know what that entailed. 

"Let's say you masturbate," Stan said.  "Let's say I let you go... and you masturbate for us?"  And then he merely waved the crystal butt plug in front of her face, and she responded immediately.

"Yes... oh gawd, just untie me and let me go.  I'll do whatever you ask... just let me go.  I'll masturbate."  At the time, Betsy reasoned it was better to be free.  At least she would have a measure of control over what really happened.  She could not bare the thought of being stretched out on the various apparatuses in Stan's S and M torture chamber.

Suddenly Stan grabbed her head by intertwining his fingers through her hair.  He put his lips to her ear but didn't get a chance to say anything before she broke.  "You bastard... you fucking bastard.  I hate you," she hissed.

Stan cleverly rubbed the crystal plug down the center of her body stopping on her pelvis.  He didn't have to wait for her response.

"I'll... I'll masturbate for you.  Oh gawd... I'll masturbate if you free me," she said, but suddenly realizing something needed to be added.  "And don't use any of those horrible things on me."

Betsy's memory was vague after that point, especially after years of forgetfulness.  Somehow Stan untied her and Betsy chuckled thinking that the first thing she did was pull the hurtful clothespins off her extraordinarily hard nipples.  She was positive that they had suffered irreparable damage at the time, but quickly found out that was wrong.

Her next dilemma was how to masturbate?  Although she did it on a regular basis, she didn't know what would make Stan happy?  How or why she wound up wearing her bra and panties again was a mystery but she assumed Stan wanted it that way.  He had somehow fixed the bra so she could wear it again and voiced his approval at her wearing the black, sexy undies.

Now she remembered how awful it was to perform lewd, despicable acts with the two men leering at her.  At first she fondled her breasts trying to mimic what a man would do.  Betsy remembered that her seduction got the two men more aroused and worked up, which she regretted.  All of a sudden Stan's patience started to run thin.  "Show me your clit... show me that wonderful piece of meat, baby."

When she peeled her panties to the side and revealed her jewel to the man, Betsy felt totally embarrassed.  She looked directly at Stan and noticed how his face beamed.  His tongue licked his lips in expectation, as he kept up the verbal harassment.  "Pull it... pull it, baby!" he whispered.  "Show Daddy that little clitty."

Her dainty fingers pinched the delicate bud and pulled it completely out of its shell.  Betsy rolled the throbbing clitoris around and around feeling shame, yet an element of excitement.  "Harder... pull it harder, baby," Stan shouted the order this time.  "Daddy better see his darling slut cummin'... or else."  He then waved his hand around the room indicating what he meant.

Betsy couldn't bear to think about Stan's threat to use his perverted tools that were strewn around the room.  She tried her utmost to focus on one thing and strangely it was like every other time she masturbated.  Waves of lust began washing over the sands of time and a calm, peaceful feeling welled up in her chest.  Suddenly the shame of masturbating diminished.

The last thing in the world Betsy intended was enticing the man.  But what choice did she have?  Her emotions soared past the point of no return and she closed her eyes letting it happen.  She pulled the cups of her bra below her boobs and let the men ogle her stiff, hardened nipples.  The fingers of her left hand fondled one nipple, and then the other in a very familiar fashion.  She caressed her nipples knowing exactly what felt good, and Stan and Ron let her know they approved.

The fingers of her right hand were skilled in the ways only a woman understood.  She put the palm of her hand on her upraised pelvis and let her fingers slide through the wetness between her legs.  She put the puffy clitoris wings between her forefinger and middle finger and squeezed her fingers together.  The pressure on her tiny bud was intense and then she started moving her hand vigorously side to side.

Betsy rolled her head back letting her long, slender neck stand out prominently.  Her breathing was very uneven and her chest heaved letting the men know that she was sexually aroused.  Whenever she got to this point, her stamina never lasted much longer.  Her right hand was a blur moving like it was possessed, as she kept the clit compressed between her two, trained fingers.  Not fully understanding what else to do, the fingers of her left hand caressed her nipples, in turn, until they felt like hard marbles.

The sound of Stan's voice made her shiver but she didn't stop.  "Spread'em baby... keep those legs spread and show us that gorgeous cunt.  Looks good.  Work that clit, honey," he said.  "Harder... harder baby, harder!

To this day Betsy didn't believe she really experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.  She wasn't able to spread her legs, as Stan ordered, because the extra pressure that her thighs put on her fingers felt extraordinarily good.  Her fingers rolled the clit back and forth rapidly and the orgasm grew to profound proportions.  Betsy heard Stan's catcalls and Ron's praises but all she felt was intense lust.

***

The last tremor had barely passed when her next dilemma unfolded.  Her eyes were still glassy from the powerful orgasm but through the haze she spied Stan lounging on a leather sofa.  He had the zipper of his pants down and he waved his engorged cock enticingly in the air.  "You're not finished... yet.  Get that gorgeous ass over here and suck some real cock," he said sending a shiver through her entire body.  "I want those sexy lips around my cock... now!"

Stan's face was stern and his steady voice gave the explicit order.  The next thing Betsy knew was that his pants were stripped and there was no way out for her.  She slowly crawled across the floor until she was near Stan's torrid body.  "That's it baby... get those beautiful lips over here.  Start sucking my cock... or else," he whispered.  Although his voice was low, it carried a firm, demanding tone.  "Ron tells me you give the best head.  Says you're absolutely the best cocksucker... anywhere!  Now prove it!"

Before she could stop the man, he pulled her torso between his splayed legs.  Stan sat on the edge of the sofa and quickly stripped her bra and soaked panties once again.  He grabbed her dainty hand and forced it to his daggling balls.  Then his hand moved like a flash and he pulled her head until she felt her face touch his menacing penis.  There was no way to pull back or get away from the cock, as Stan's hands held her head with an iron grip.

Betsy remembered swearing at the man wishing he would just get it over with.  'Shove your filthy pecker in my mouth... and get the blowjob over,' she prayed at the time.  But, no!  Stan held his raging dick around the base and slapped her face with the extended shaft.  He would shove the head into her mouth, and then pull it out and slap her face, again and again until she got mad.  Stan sensed her hostility and laughed knowing she was helpless to do anything about it.

Suddenly the fingers of his left hand locked into her hair and Stan rammed her head directly at his cock.  His steel rod didn't even bend when the flared head hit her lips like a ramrod.  All of a sudden his cock was inside her mouth and the blowjob had commenced.  

"Jeeesus... holy, sweet Jesus.  Your mouth feels hot... soooo fucking hot," Stan moaned while keeping his cock buried in her volcanic mouth.  Betsy was oblivious of what else he said and she remembered merely doing her best to bring on a swift orgasm.  Her right hand pumped the throbbing shaft without a moment's relief and Betsy even let her tongue swirl around the silvertip in whorish fashion.  Her one hand was still cupping his balls, and for a split-second, Betsy considered squeezing hard.

When the searing lava hit the back of her throat, she coughed and sputtered, but didn't let up.  She cringed and shuddered hearing his insulting remarks but she wasn't deterred.  "That's it slut... suck my cock with your slutty mouth.  Fantastic blowjob... you are the best cocksucker, just like Ronny-boy said.  Great... fucking great head... slut," Stan said keeping up a nonstop tirade.  "That's it baby... squeeze my nuts... swallow my cum, baby.  Swallow, cum-slut... and fill your belly with it.  You love drinking cum... don't you slut?"

Betsy was completely out of breath when Stan finished.  She struggled to remain upright and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Ron.  Her boyfriend was naked below the waist and he fisted his cock in plain view.  Ron stood next to the sofa and it was more than obvious what he wanted.  "Guess what baby?  I think your boyfriend feels left out... don't you?" Stan said looking her right in the eyes.  "I want to watch... watch you give head."

And so it was, Betsy remembered, feeling much better now that this part of the chapter drew to a close.  All these years, she fretted and never managed to work up enough courage to recall what really happened that night.

***

All of a sudden the absolute worst memory came to her.  Her drastic masturbation exhibition was over; the demeaning blowjob she was forced to give Stan was over, and now the disgusting blowjob given to Ron was over.  Ron had finished defiling her for the last time, she vowed.  Her relationship with Ron was finished.  Suddenly Stan grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her across the floor to one of his perverted apparatuses.  Betsy struggled for all she was worth but Stan, with Ron's help, hogtied her onto an elaborate fucking machine.

"But you promised... you promised!"  Betsy sobbed at the same time she pleaded with the man.

"Sorry, Sweetheart... but Ronny begged me.  He wants to watch... watch his gorgeous girlfriend go through some S and M," Stan said.  "Hell, honey... so I lied.  What was I suppose to do?"

Then despite her cries and begging, Stan shoved a red ball into her mouth and secured it in place with straps around her head.  She was a picture of ravenous beauty with her eyes flared wide open and her luscious naked body stretched out in spread-eagled fashion.  All she could move was her head while Stan proceeded with his sadistic work.

When the two special, spring-loaded clamps slammed down on her already sore nipples, all she could do was slobber all over the ball in her mouth.  Then he did the same thing to her delicate clitoris and Betsy's world came to an end.

Suddenly Stan was next to her ear.  "Pease... go ahead and fight.  It's always better when the captive fights it," he whispered.  "Fuck... I bet that hurts your nipples... they look utterly fantastic... so big... so fucking hard."

Betsy remembered being totally delirious when he pulled on the strings attached to the clamps causing her more pain.  Then he grabbed her head and propped it up so she could see between her splayed legs.  "Watch this... you can watch my enormous dildo fuck your cunt," he whispered.  "Don't worry.  I oiled it up good... real good, so it can easily fuck your beautiful snatch, honey."

It was about the most horrible sight Betsy had ever witnessed.  The mechanical penis slowly moved forward until it was touching her crotch.  "Don't move, honey... I wouldn't want it to fuck your sweet ass!"

Betsy was hogtied and unable to escape.  She felt the wide head of the greased penis push against her labia, and then separate the puffy lips with ease.  Stan pushed the controls and fucked her without mercy.  Finally he let go of her head and allowed it to fall back onto the rack.  She could hardly bear to watch anymore, as the bastard fucked her with his perverted fucking machine.

Suddenly the demons of the past became much clearer and she imagined what really happened.  The last thing in the world she ever intended was to give any satisfaction to Stan.  He stood next to her and kept flicking her nipples with his fingers while keeping one hand on the control button of his fucking machine.  Then he grabbed a handful of hair and held her head absolutely still.  "Fight it, baby... fight it," Stan hissed into her ear.  "Let me be perfectly clear.  If you don't orgasm... I'll fuck your ass until you do."

Betsy thought her world had come to an end.  Surrender, which seemed unlikely moments ago, now seemed imminent.  The big dildo moved in and out of her steamy pussy and she could feel her guts churning.  Betsy couldn't open her eyes but she knew his gloating face was right in front of her.  Stan's hand gave her head a determined shake and then she let go.  The first stream of cum was thick and creamy but the rest flowed with utter unabated lust from her most inner reservoir.

***

Everything moved in dramatic slow-motion after the fucking machine.  Betsy did not want to recall each and every apparatus used by Stan, but she fully understood that he put her through Hell.  He manhandled her with the occasional assistance from Ron until she had been humiliated beyond imagination.  'Later... later,' she deemed.  'I'll go over everything he did to me... but not now.'

Betsy vowed to recall each and every piece of S&M equipment he used on her that dreadful night, but not this weekend.  'That could be another chapter of my life,' she reasoned.  Betsy considered taking a break from imagining her life story, but suddenly she remembered the end of that horrifying night.  She had endured Stan's molestation and degrading treatment for hours and it ended with him using his prized apparatus on her.

"You fought a great battle, honey... but it's over.  Once I get you tied into the last one... you'll cream like the meanest whore," Stan said sending a violent tremor up her backbone.  "This one is my baby... my Sybian will fuck your brains out.  The only way off the Sybian cock... is to climax!"

Betsy didn't know what to expect at the time but she didn't have long to find out.  Again the two men manhandled her struggling body until her arms were strapped high in the air and she was forced to sit on top of a saddle.  It was no ordinary saddle, as it had an ominous cock protruding upwards.  The cock was not big, but it was fairly pointy at the tip.  It flared out quite wide in the middle and appeared like it would readily lock inside a woman.

The two men easily forced Betsy to sit directly on the upraised dildo and she gave a loud grunt when it pierced her pussy.  Stan quickly secured a leather belt around her slender waist.  There were straps attached to the front and rear of the saddle and he locked them to the tight belt, which only allowed Betsy to move her hips the smallest amount.  She could move side ways, or front and back, but not up off the dildo.

Betsy was in a very restrained position with her legs severely bent, as she squatted on top of the saddle.  Her knees hugged the front portion of the saddle, as if she was actually riding a horse.  It was almost impossible to use her legs and the cock remained fully embedded with her swollen labia spread around the base of the thick shaft.  There were perfectly designed nubs just in front of the rubber cock, which matched the exact location of her vulnerable clitoris.

If his modified Sybian was not enough, Stan reached between her legs and attached small clamps to her labia.  He forced her to rise up slightly so he could put a clamp on each puffy lip and then he pushed her body down onto the saddle again.  Amazingly the clamps seemed to pry her labia apart and the cleverly designed clitoris nubs pressed directly onto her throbbing control button.  Betsy wished there had been immense pain associated with the experience but sadly she remembered nothing but gratification.

Stan had retrieved the red ball used earlier and he shrewdly locked it in her mouth.  Betsy felt like a tramp, as slobber and spit started running down her chin.  The trails of wet saliva dripped onto her chest giving her the most desirable appearance to Stan and Ron.  To this day, Betsy remembered crying when she felt the power surge through the rubber prick.  She suddenly realized it was electronic and the cock started rotating and moving inside her delicate inner chamber.

Stan set the control at level one and let it work slowly at first.  Just when Betsy was getting used to the speed and motion, he turned it up a notch.  She felt the immediate increase in intensity and tried to use her legs to alleviate some of the pressure.  Suddenly she realized the saddle itself was vibrating and that seemed to put extreme pressure on her clitoris.

Her arms were outstretched held securely by the straps and her legs quickly got too tired of holding her weight.  The combination of the rotating dildo, the labia clamps, the rubber clit nubs, which bounced wildly with the vibrating saddle, and the fact she was hogtied took a toll on her determination.  When the first tremor roared through her belly, Betsy reasoned it was merely a tiny setback.

Then Stan increased the tempo another notch and she began to wonder.  Suddenly he turned the switch up once more and Betsy realized her dilemma was getting worse.  Completely out of the blue, Stan abruptly attached the dreaded nipple clamps again.  Her body went out of control.  She screamed, or tried to.  The ball prevented anything but a river of saliva to come out of her mouth.  Betsy rocked and thrust on the pulsating cock not knowing what else to do.

Suddenly Stan was right behind her, holding her head cradled firmly in his hands.  "Keep fighting... I love it when a woman fights," he whispered.  His tongued lashed out licking the side of her burning face.  "It's a lot worse when you fight... let it go and show Ronny that his girlfriend's a slut."

All of a sudden Betsy readied herself for the worst moment of her life, which was coming alive in her weekend daydream.  The orgasm approached so fast it slammed her in the guts.  Her body went into convulsions and her hips rocked back and forth, and up and down on the rubber cock.  She swore the thing throbbed and pulsated like crazy and her mind succumbed to the raging lust.  Nothing had ever pounded into her precious clitoris like the rough nubs every time her body slammed down on the Sybian saddle.

Stan kept his lips next to her ear.  "Fight... fight it, baby," he whispered before slapping her bare ass a few times, as it bounced up and down.  "Dear Lord... baby, I think you're doing it.  You're cumming!"

It was impossible to yell at the man.  The spit ran from her mouth like a river and the lust took over her disillusioned mind.  Tears mixed with saliva and Stan knew she was experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm.  "Let it go... let go baby... be my sweet-ass bitch."

All Betsy wanted was the ability to scream at the man she hated most in the world.  She desperately wanted to hold out but that was impossible.  The spasms destroyed every ounce of resolve in her distraught mind, as the orgasm of a lifetime rolled through the stratosphere.  She saw the bright lights of Mars, and then Venus, and then Utopia, as the explosions went off in her throbbing head.  Betsy had never experienced an orgasm so powerful or so earth-shattering and every sensation in her body was fully alive.

Betsy was aware that Ron was recording everything but she couldn't stop.  Her body jerked and thrust hard at the embedded cock and Betsy felt the cream leak from her inner being.  As the final spasms robbed her sanity, Betsy was relieved that her most feared demon was finally exposed.  Time lost all sense and meaning, as the hellish orgasm took forever to subside.  When Betsy eventually stopped her violent contortions, she collapsed on top of the soaked saddle, dangling from her upraised arms.

Stan made sure everything was captured with his movie camera.  He had ordered Ron to record the most fantastic climax, which Stan planned adding to his extensive library.  Betsy's lustrous body jerked and gyrated until the end when Ron zoomed in on the sudden wetness running down the sides of the leather saddle.  When Stan voiced his great pleasure to the wild boyfriend, Betsy was only vaguely aware of what he said.

Betsy could not remember being more grateful when Stan unhooked her from his SM machine and removed the clamps and gag.  She was nothing more than a battered rag doll when the hated man fucked her even though she displayed no emotion or willingness.  He treated her like a piece of meat but she was beyond caring.  Betsy reasoned it was merely one last thing she had to endure before Stan allowed her to leave his dungeon.  Thankfully there was no more pain and agony.

***The end of the relationship

Ron was already dressed and ready to depart when Stan was finished screwing Betsy.  Sex with Ron's boss was the last straw for Betsy.  Suddenly she remembered.  It took days for her body to stop hurting from the abuse that Ron's boss put her through.  Betsy rubbed her wrists thinking about how hard she struggled that night.  There were no permanent scars but her wrists were badly bruised during the bondage.  The bastard used every hole she possessed, not once but many times before she was allowed to leave.

A swift pang of anxiety shot through her inner regions with the realization that this chapter of her life was finally over.  She could now put everything that happened during her relationship with Ron behind her.  The demons, which haunted her all these years, were put to rest now that she had relived her experiences.

She told Ron it was over during the ride home from that horrible affair.  'Gawd,' she thought at the time, 'I don't know how to breakup with anyone.'  All of her life, Betsy was the one trying hard to be accepted and she never had to break off a friendship.  Betsy reasoned that if she worked hard enough, she could make any relationship work.

But this was different, she deduced!  Luckily for her, Ron must have been getting bored with her, which made it easier.  Also he was finding it increasingly harder to explain his mysterious absences to his wife so the breakup came much easier than Betsy expected.

Ron drove and the trip to Betsy's home was quiet until she told him it was over.  She didn't even get the chance to explain her reasons before he spoke.  What he said surprised her even to this day.  "It's time.  You're a beautiful, sexy woman and you deserve better.  I don't know how things got so carried away... but I just go crazy watching you make love.  You've been fantastic, baby, just fantastic!  You know... maybe I'll give you a call in a few months.  But then, again... maybe not. "

Betsy lay on the bed in her spare bedroom relieved that she could now move on.  Suddenly she was okay with everything that happened.  Guys like Ron were never happy and could never satisfy their insatiable appetite for control, she reasoned.  Ron controlled the most beautiful woman in his paltry life, yet he was never satisfied.

It was time to get up for some fresh air and Betsy stretched until she was fully back in the real world.  She assumed that everyone had chapters in their life, which they regretted, and the chapters with Ron were hers.  With a sheepish, devilish grin on her pretty face, Betsy wondered if she should hunt the bastard down and cut off his balls.

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

Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

of a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Penny will suck those luscious nipples."

"No. I don't think so."

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

"I'm glad you liked it."

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

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

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

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

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

"Please... no more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

the best sex of his life.  Ken couldn't get his sexy neighbor out of his head and it seemed he walked around with a semi-hard on ever since the climatic affair.  Lori was now a cherished prize, a prize he had coveted and yearned to possess for many years.  She was his conquest and for the taking.

Contemplating the next phase of his evil plan, he wanted Lori's husband to give his consent to what would happen between his gorgeous wife and himself.  When Ken was done with the couple next door, he and his sons would fuck Lori anytime, anywhere and anyhow they desired with Andy's full consent.  The lusting neighbor formulated a three-day plan to have Lori at his mercy and Ken was determined to make her his sex slave.

Andy and Lori broached the subject of what happened with Ken a few times but never got very far into the raunchy details.  Andy couldn't listen to the erotic particulars without getting a full-fledged hard on, which quickly lead to the couple falling into a heated embrace.  He couldn't keep his hands off Lori's body and just the thought of another man having sex with his enchanting wife inflamed his mind.

Thinking how his vulgar neighbor sucked his wife's titties and marked them with his trademark filled Andy's mind with extreme envy.  The dark, red hickies were like precious jewelry tattooed on Lori's body and Andy marveled at the enticing beauty of the marks.  It was apparent that Ken did it to demonstrate his control over Lori and Andy wistfully wondered what his erstwhile, faithful wife did when their vulgar neighbor degraded her in such an offensive fashion.

Lori was all too willing to please her husband and to Andy's delight, lovingly sucked his cock more than usual.  She hoped he would forgive her for what she considered a most unfaithful affair. True, she had resisted the vile man she reasoned, but she also knew full well that before the fateful night had ended that she too was an all too willing participant in the wanton fornicating.

Recollections of the intense, passionate pleasure she had received at the hands of the three Paterson males filled her with unremitting guilt. 'Oh gawd,' she thought, 'what if he found out about Ken's sons... would Andy disown me?'  Lori kept her worries and fears to herself and didn't want to upset Andy with them.  The recollection of what the disgusting man did to her and what he made her do with his teenage sons was a most momentous memory.

There was no way Ken could invite the neighbors over to his place with his wife, Helen, home.  It took time and convincing but he eventually talked her into visiting her parents for a few days.  The fact that Helen's father had a few health issues aided in persuading her to take a small vacation without him.  She was barely out the door when Ken put his carefully crafted plan into motion.  Helen's absence would give him three full days and all the freedom in the world to implement his devious scheme.

The first requirement was to convince Andy to go along with his perverse plan.  Day One started with a strange, suspenseful meeting when the two neighbors saw each other. Andy was in his backyard puttering away with yard work and Ken was pretending to trim the hedge between the two properties.  Seeing Ken, Andy realized he was looking at the man who had ravaged his wife's body just a few days ago.  Seeing Andy, Ken wondered how Andy really felt about Lori having sex with him during the "photo shoot".

Ken pondered about what was the best method to approach the subject of getting Andy's assistance.  He wanted to coerce Lori's husband into allowing Sean and Troy as well as himself another opportunity to have sex with his adorable wife.  What the hell, he decided, Andy was a fairly passive individual and not one to put up much of a fight against superior opposition.

Ken felt a renewed sense of supremacy over the man.  He reasoned he held enough incriminating details to force Andy into following his scheme if it came to blackmail, so he plunged full-steam ahead with his plan.  "Hi Andy," he said in a disarming cheerful manner to his neighbor.  They soon fell into a dialogue about the weather, news of the day and neighborhood happenings.  When they were both at ease, Ken asked the pertinent question.  "I am testing my hot tub out tonight and would like you and Lori to join me.  You see, Helen is away for a few days and frankly, I don't like to drink alone," he said with a chuckle implying that was the main reason for his invite.

Andy was very happy with the news of Ken's wife not being present, as he really didn't like the disagreeable woman.  She was extremely unfriendly and always seemed to treat Lori badly, most likely because she was jealous of her, he reasoned.  "Why not," he said after considering Ken's request for only seconds, "It's hot and I could use a few, cold beers."

The two men concluded the meeting and discussion with one last request from Ken.  "Oh yeah, have Lori wear that gorgeous, pink bikini.  She looks absolutely ravishing in it," he told the beaming husband.  Andy wasn't sure whether it was a request from Ken or an order, but he quickly reasoned that his neighbor merely wanted to see his delectable wife in something sexy and revealing. 

The fact Ken even knew of the scanty bikini got lost in Andy's aroused brain.  'What man wouldn't want to see a woman in a skimpy bikini, after all, it is a tub party,' he told himself.

Correctly appraising Andy's reaction to the bikini request Ken said, "Man to man, you're a very lucky man, Andy to have a sexpot like that for a wife." Then with a pleading look he added, "Look at what I'm saddled with, an ox...  Hope you won't be offended Andy, but damn, that woman of yours gives me a hardon every time I see her." 

Andy's heart beat rapidly with the certain knowledge that his brutish neighbor had already fucked Lori, several times, and probably wanted to have sex with her again.  'Geez,' he thought, 'what if he does it and I get to watch?'  Visions of being a bystander while another man openly had intercourse with his sexy wife was a long standing dream, a dream that inflamed his mind into an inferno. 

When Andy explained what was on the schedule for the evening to his lovely wife, Lori's reaction was one of dire fear and apprehension.  She knew Ken was a predator and most likely had wicked intensions.  That made her very hesitant to agree with her husband's planned visit.  Lori shivered with fear thinking of the bikini request.  She only wore that one when sun tanning in the privacy of her backyard and certainly didn't consider it decent enough to wear in public.

Lori decided to reason with Andy.  "Can't you see what he wants?  He is going to put his filthy hands all over me and what are you going to be able to do?" she asked her overly excited husband.  "Are there any others from the neighborhood going to be there?" she asked hoping for the best.  "And gawd Andy, I can't wear that bikini, you know that it's too skimpy to wear in front of that animal," she moaned with one last protest.

Andy quickly brushed her protests aside as he was far too enlightened and aroused for any rational or logical excuses.  "Don't worry, I'll be there and nothing like that will happen when I am present.  He's not that bloody asinine or bold," Andy stated but it really didn't make Lori feel any relief.  "No, he didn't mention about inviting anyone else so I guess it will probably just be the three of us... Oh, come on honey, you know how much it turns me on when another man desires your gorgeous body.  Let's go for awhile and have some fun," he pleaded with his wife.

She prayed that it would be a true hot tub party with some drinks, some other neighbors and that was all.  It was with great trepidation that Lori dressed, if one could call putting on a skimpy bikini dressing, but she did slip on a terrycloth robe to give herself some security.   She joined Andy at the back patio door, and without a word, they slowly went to the gate between the two properties.  Ken's rugged, smiling face greeted them and the first thing he did was shove a beer at Andy.  He invited them into the hot tub area and asked Lori what she wanted to drink.

Lori shuddered seeing her hairy and domineering next-door neighbor in a swimsuit and scolded herself for even looking at him with any sort of inquisitive admiration.  Ken escorted the couple to the cedar decking around the hot tub and went to the makeshift bar on the patio to prepare Lori's drink.  The hot tub jets were bubbling away and steam was floating through the air giving a nice, peaceful appearance to the area.

Without an invitation, Lori swiftly removed her robe and stepped into the hot water, slumping down to fully cover her nakedness below the surface of the water.  It gave her a secure feeling to get the vulture's eyes off her body and the wonderful hot water on her tensed-up muscles tended to make them relax.  Andy quickly joined her and much to Lori's amazement, Ken didn't attack her.  He merely got into the tub and acted as if nothing drastic was really going to happen to Lori.  The two men carried on like they had been friends for years but much of it was due to Ken's devious scheme.

Ken kept a beer in Andy's hand at all times and it had the desired affect after the first hour.  Andy's speech got somewhat slurred from the beers and numerous shots of liqueur that the guys gulped down every ten minutes.  Andy was far too keyed up to even realize what Ken was up to as his mind was dreaming about seeing Lori with another man.  Ken was not a stupid man and made sure to fake most of his drinking and in reality, barely consumed any liquor.  He wanted to remain fully cognizant and sober for the impending session he had planned down to the minutest detail.

Lori had to give the disgusting man credit.  He did have the gift of gab and easily carried the conversation for the first hour or so.  Suddenly he got out of the tub to get another round of drinks, asking Andy to join him at the bar.  Lori welcomed the loneliness and watched the men converse with Andy merely nodding his head in agreement at whatever Ken said.

Andy found it hard to hide his immense excitement from Ken's suggestions that they turn the evening into an erotic orgy of sorts.  Ken told Andy that they could both fuck his desirable wife and at the same time, Andy could watch his wife have sex with another man.  The fantasy never ceased to get Andy aroused and knowing Ken already had sex with Lori, it was a perfect opportunity to watch it happen with his own eyes.

The men returned to the tub and unknown to Lori, her fate had been sealed in a gentlemen's agreement.  Her devoted husband had fallen into a trap and had vowed to support Ken's sexual advances towards his wife.  Lori sensed that the two men were up to something as they both seemed to look at her with evil intent in their eyes.

Andy wasn't helping matters as he put his arm around Lori and kept hugging her tightly even with Ken watching.  Twice she had to scold him for feeling her breasts and once he even slipped his fingers under the flimsy, pink material.  "Heck, honey, you may as well take this thing off.  We've both seen your gorgeous boobs.  You don't have to hide them from us," Andy said in taunting fashion hoping to convince his wife to remove her bikini top.

Lori was getting a little concerned at the rate her husband was drinking and noticed that he made short work of every drink.  His eyes burned with desire from watching his sexy wife soak in the hot water and he kept glancing towards Ken to see that he, too, was eyeing Lori. 

Ken finally decided it was time for action.  He wanted a short time with Lori so he could explain the specifics of what was going to happen.  He was going to put demands on Lori and blackmail her into being his faithful servant.  Ken already knew that the threats of revealing her past indiscretions from the other day would force her to obey his every whim.

"Lori, please join me for a minute or so, I need to tell you what Andy and I have discussed," Ken said and proceeded to the bar for fresh drinks.  He waited a merciless few seconds for his words to sink in and noticed a puzzled look on Lori's pretty face.  Lori stared at the man and felt her stomach turn a million summersaults with the possible, drastic scenarios Ken could place on her.  Nervously she glanced to Andy for support but the dazed look on his face told her that he was in another world.  It was a world where he was delusional with lust and desire and a world where too much liquor clouded his logic and reason.

Ken signaled her to join him.  She almost stumbled getting out of the tub and a shiver ran down her spine when she noticed Ken ogle her body as she moved.  The wet bikini clung like a second skin to her flesh and it didn't hide very much at all.  Ken observed and studied every curve and shape with the knowledge he would soon feel each and every one.

"Andy has agreed to let me fuck you," Ken blurted out so fast it surprised Lori.  She looked in his direction as if she needed to hear more.  "Apparently, Andy wants to see his wife get fucked by another man.  He said that you had talked about it many times in the past," he said making her cringe.  She cursed Andy for letting out such intimate details.  Things like that were usually said in the heat of the moment and not something to reveal to strangers.

All Lori could do was make a valiant attempt at calling his bluff.  "There's no way Andy would suggest that.  He would never condone someone having sex with me right in front of him," she said in hopes she would convince Ken to reconsider.

"That's exactly what he wants," Ken declared.  He decided to play his trump card right away and merely held up a CD, waving it in the air.  They were out of earshot of Andy and Ken whispered, "Do you know what's on this CD?  It is a depiction of you sucking Troy's hard cock and it's in living color," he told the stunned woman.  Lori was unable to speak and pleadingly looked at Ken with her eyes.

"So this and the lovely pictures of your innocent daughter should have my cock inside my dream woman in no time, don't you think?" he asked with a devilish grin on his face.  "In fact, we'll just do whatever your sweet husband says.  He can call the shots, so to speak.  So you won't have to worry about doing a thing, just let things happen," he told Lori.

It was time to get on with it and Ken decided to take complete control.  "Now get your gorgeous ass back in the tub and do what I say... or else," he ordered and waved the damning CD again.  She was numb.  Ken handed her a fresh drink and Lori returned to the tub on legs that trembled so bad she found it hard to walk.  Surely Andy must see that something was wrong, she mused but saw that there was an intense, excited look on his face.

The three continued drinking and chatting but the air was electrically energized with highly charged ions causing each to anticipate something erotic soon would be happening.  With a sound that drew everyone's attention, the patio doors of the home opened and all eyes turned to see Ken's two sons and Rex, their dog, enter the backyard.

Ken was the one to break the silence.  Suddenly he ordered the frightened woman to get the new arrivals a drink.  Ken planned the timing of what was happening down to the second.  Looking directly into her eyes, Ken whispered ever so softly.  "Remember what I have!  Do what I say, or else," he told Lori.  "The boys are thirsty and need a drink.  Sean will have a beer and Troy a coke," came the request that Lori knew was not going to be repeated.

Lori looked for help.  She pleadingly stared at Andy but the hopeless look on her husband's face said it all.  Do what the man's wants honey, or he will kick the crap out of me in a heartbeat, was the silent statement from her husband.  Slowly, Lori rose and got out of the steaming water attracting every male eye in the yard.  She could feel the eyes and also the fact the fabric of her bikini bottom was sucked deeply into the crevice of her bum.  Lori desperately wanted to straighten her bottoms but didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to her plight.

The young boys gawked at the sexy woman with intimate lust in their eyes.  They had first-hand knowledge of what ecstasy was like with Lori and it caused an immediate reaction in their pants.  Ken almost laughed out loud at his devious scheme.  It was going to be priceless watching his oldest son give Lori the spanking of her life, then when the boy made her orgasm right in front of her husband, Ken was sure Andy would blow his load right in the hot tub.

Lori quickly got the drink order from the makeshift bar but remained with her back to the four for as long as possible.  She knew that they were getting the view of their life of her shapely backside but she dreaded seeing the aroused faces of the four animals.  Lori could feel their prying eyes burning into her flesh.  She didn't want to turn around so they could ogle the front of her body, as she was well aware that her big, hardened nipples would most certainly betray her like they always did when she felt excited.

She could hear Ken clearing his throat and knew he was ready to insist she obey his demands.  Turning on her heel, Lori slowly took a few steps towards the boys while holding their drinks in her outstretched hands.  She looked at Sean as she handed him his beer and immediately noticed the boy's obvious excitement by the tent in his pants.  A most vivid memory flashed through her mind of the past evening with the teen.  'Oh gawd,' she wondered, 'did I really enjoy that episode as much as I remember'?

The obvious effect her scanty attire had on the teens made Lori feel embarrassed for acting in a shameful manner.  Lori reflected on how much she loved the skimpy sun-tanning outfit, but the erotic fantasies it gave her were merely that, fantasies and not ones to become reality.  At the moment, she felt like a common floozy strutting around in front of four virile males.

The sound of Ken's voice shocked Lori out of her dream state.  "Now look what you've done to the boy.  You teased the poor lad so that he has a hardon that's ready to explode," he stated much to Lori's dismay. "You know what we do to bitches that tease, don't you?" he added.  It was as much a statement as a question.  "Right Andy?" Ken asked.  Andy quickly nodded his head in agreement even though he didn't know what the hell the man really meant.  The fact his wife was almost nude in front of a strange man and now two boys was driving his mind crazy with desire.

There were many things Lori wanted to yell at Ken but held her tongue fearing a worse reprisal from the evil man.  Ken sensed his ultimate goal was within reach and pressed in for the kill.  "Right Andy!  I think poor Sean should give her a spanking, don't you?" he asked the overly excited husband. 

Andy pictured his beautiful wife over the teenager's knee, and it looked absolutely enchanting in his drunken mind.   "Yuees, yes, let's have Sean give her a spanking," he slurred voicing his drunken approval.

Lori sobbed and gave Andy a most distraught look.  She realized that there was not going to be a viable solution coming from her husband so she looked in vain to Ken for salvation.  Ken had gotten out of the tub and moved in Lori's direction. "Please, oh please you can't be serious Ken?" she pleaded with her grinning captor. 

Whispering to her so that Andy could not hear Ken said, "You know what I have against you.  What do you think?  Will Andy want to see his precious wife spanked?" he asked.  It brought tears to Lori's attractive eyes knowing she was lost.  "I think Andy will get a kick out of it, don't you?"  Looking at her besotted husband, Lori knew that there was no use in denying Ken's words.  Andy was far beyond reason as the alcohol fed to him by Ken had removed most of his willpower and logic.

"I can't, I just can't.  I am a grown woman, with two kids and a family.  I can't let a 18 year old kid spank me," Lori pleaded with Ken.  "I just can't, he's too young, just a boy.  Oh please, I'm a woman," she said in a desperate tone trying every excuse she could think of.  Lori looked into Ken's eyes and saw her dilemma worsened.

"And a real sexy woman I might add, too.  But don't you remember what happened the last time you played with that boy's pecker?" Ken asked with a devilish grin covering his face.  His insinuating comments made Lori blush a bright red when she remembered back to two nights ago.

Suddenly, Sean stepped closer to the delectable servant.  Lori squirmed to stay out of his grasp and wheeled to run from the teen, but instead she felt big, strong hands grabbing her bodily and wrestling her down to the soft grass.  Troy was helping his brother and between the two, they easily placed Lori over Sean's legs as he sat on the ground.  Lori's suit was wet and the first slap resonated throughout the enclosed yard causing everyone to take a sharp breath.  It took Lori's breath away and the next couple of slaps made her fight for her freedom with all the strength in her body.

Sean was crude; he was clumsy but he managed to hold Lori in a compromising position over his outstretched legs.  His eyes bulged out at the sight of Lori's skimpy bikini barely covering her coveted flesh.  The bottoms were askew with one side wedged between her bum cheeks exposing one entire cheek of her ass to the aroused teenager.  He promptly spanked the bare flesh first lightly, and then harder which drew loud protests from the punished woman.  Lori yelped for sympathy but no volunteers came forward to help her out.

The boy couldn't understand how he could be more aroused and excited than he was the other evening when he experienced so many orgasms with Lori.  But it seemed his insides were now quivering with a maddening anticipation that got worse with each spank.

It was strange to all how Lori's arms and legs were wildly flailing about yet she didn't try to get away from Sean.  "Spank her son, spank her for being such a bad, bad prick tease.  She should have to pay for taunting you and making a young boy so horny," Ken said.  Ken watched Andy and saw that his reaction was one of pure passion and desire.  He quickly surmised that Lori's husband would offer no formidable resistance to his plans for the evening.

Lori rose up by arching her back and looked over to Andy with extreme anxiety.  The only problem was that Ken had fed her husband so much liquor that he was essentially in a drunken stupor.  So drunk in fact, he laughed at everything even though it was happening to the woman he loved.  Ken decided to test Andy's cooperation and see if he would assist in Lori's demise.  "What do you think Andy, should Sean spank her bare ass too?" he whispered and giggled at the frightening look on Lori's pretty face.

"Yes, oh friggin yes, take her suit down and give her a royal spanking," Andy said with a wild flourish of his hands.  Sean grabbed the waistband of Lori's bikini and yanked.  In a flash, he had the skimpy bottoms down to her knees.  "Oh, fuck yeah!" her husband hooted when her luscious flesh was completely exposed. 

Another resounding slap echoed around the hot tub as Sean began again the ardent task of punishment.  One, then another and another until both ass checks were a brilliant crimson color and more tears ran down Lori's flushed cheeks.  "Oh gawd, don't, don't do that, please don't," the mother of two pleaded with her teenage retaliator.  Lori could not remember her heart beating so fast or with such vigor and blood rushed to her head making her feel dizzy, as she lay squirming in Sean's lap.

Her ass was on fire and how anything so degrading could make her feel any amount of pleasure was astounding to Lori.  Frantically, she looked at Andy and saw the inebriated look on his face and knew her plight was hopeless.  Sean and his family were going to do whatever Ken planned whether she liked it or not.  There was nothing Lori could do to prevent her downfall at the hands of her three perverted neighbors.

"Spread your legs bitch!  Show us that bald pussy!" Ken ordered.  "Let my boy give it a spanking too, not just your beautiful ass," he added.  Ken turned to Andy and said, "Come on Andy, ask her to open her legs.  I've heard that women can cream when they get their pussy spanked.  Damn, I'd give anything in the world to see that.  How 'bout it buddy?"

Lori was stunned and couldn't believe what the men were saying.  Her attempted battle was totally ignored by Ken and unheard by her husband.  "No, no fucking way you bastard.  You may have your rotten boy spank me, but I won't do that," Lori whispered the promise and vowed to remain resolved against overwhelming odds.

Suddenly, Lori felt hands on both of her thighs and was unable to prevent them from being opened wide.  When the first blow hit her crotch, Lori thought her head would explode.  Another, and another slap hit her exposed grotto and she cried out loud.  There was no pain, no hurt that made her cry.  It was because the feeling between her legs was so outrageous and shocking that her whole inner being went into convulsions.

The truth was revealed by the bastardly neighbor and it made Lori realize that she was indeed their personal slut.  "For fuck sake Sean, she's creaming in your lap son," Ken said to bring more tears to Lori's puffy eyes.  Ken moved closer to where Lori was receiving the whipping of her life and whispered, "Fuck, I love seeing your shaved pussy.  You look ravishing and I think the boy is going to make you climax.  I can hardly wait for my turn."  The sudden realization that the ordeal was only beginning filled Lori with heightened trepidation.

The two teenage boys held Lori's body with Troy preventing her from closing her legs.  Sean spanked the vulnerable pussy ever so expertly, just hard enough so that it did not hurt but did bring ultimate joy to his prisoner.  Somehow Lori's swollen labia had separated to where the tip of her raw clitoris was exposed and a delicate blow after blow rained down on the tiny bud.

There was no respite, no recourse for the dishonored woman.  The boy held his hand next to her exposed opening and merely patted her puffy, pussy lips with short, rapid slaps.  So numerous and so fast was the spanking that it felt like a constant caress by the teenager to Lori's tender love-button.  She soaked Sean's fingers with each paddle and it was far too much for Lori to endure.  Each spank resulted in a spasm of ecstasy rushing to meet the boy's hand.  Lori fought for everything she was worth in a dire effort not to succumb to the demeaning spanking.

With an unexpected move, Sean suddenly rolled Lori's body off his legs and onto the grass.  She landed on her back and immediately two teenage predators were on her.  Troy held her upper torso so that her shoulders were pinned to the ground.  Lori was too late to react to his hand as it closed on the small strip of material between her breasts.  With one swift jerk, the cups were stripped from her chest and flung across the yard.

Lori's attention was diverted by Troy and she could hear voices coming from Andy and Ken.  She wondered what the two men were talking about and why her body was trashing around, seemingly out of control?  She couldn't feel anything and her mind was confused as to why her hips were thrusting.  Sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks and it felt like the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Sean was between her legs and Lori glanced down at his handsome face.  It was like watching everything happen in slow motion.  The teenager pried open the protective hood between Lori's thighs and her vulnerable clitoris lay barren and exposed.  Her heart raced when the boy's fingers pinched and pulled the throbbing bud out from her body.  Suddenly she could feel the intense lust overtake her soul.  Her outburst of joy was heard throughout the backyard much to the delight of all four males, especially Sean who was drinking from the oasis of love.

Lori rolled her head side to side and noticed the lust filled faces around her.  A large, dark shadow suddenly developed into the form of a man and Lori locked eyes with Satin.  She understood the emergency in his glare and knew her master wanted her to speak.  Immediately Lori obeyed.  "Yes, yes, oh yes you spanked me.  You spanked my bald cunt and made me cum all over your hand.  I can't stop myself when you touch my pussy like that.  Oh gawd, do that to my clit," she said to Ken as if he were carrying out the punishment personally.  Lori willed herself to complete the humiliation and her spunk ran out of her honey hole flooding Sean's hand in wanton fashion.

The teenager continued to caress the open crevice and took the grown woman on the ride of her life.  Lori sounded a cry of gratification when Sean's mouth swooped down to devour his dream woman's adorable honey pit and the end came with a vicious rush.  She worshiped her love child and dearly yearned to have him satisfy his newfound thirst with her loving juices.  The convulsions deep inside seemed to go on forever and ever, and Lori could not remember secreting such a vast quantity of sweet nectar.

Once her emotions roared over the crest of the violent climax, Lori felt like she wanted to die or crawl in a hole somewhere.  The embarrassment of having such an earth-shattering orgasm at the hands of a measly boy would haunt her forever.  Her flat tummy jerked and twitched with the last remaining spasms erupting deep in her epicenter and as the last one rocked her soul, Lori collapsed in Sean's arms.

Vaguely, she could hear the two men talking and wondered what evil suggestions Ken was giving her husband.  Their forms were a blur through her tear, stained eyes and Lori strained to hear what Ken was saying.  "Andy, she's the sexiest woman and you're a lucky man," she heard and could sense that he was building Andy's esteem.  It worked and Andy did feel extremely proud of his beautiful, sexy wife.

"Have you ever watched you wife give head?  Have you watched her suck someone's cock?" Ken asked the awestruck husband. 

Lori wanted to scream at her husband.  Tell him that Ken was merely leading him on.  She wanted her husband to tell the bastard to take a hike but knew it would do little good. 

"Andy, let's have her suck Troy's cock, then you can give it to her and fuck her hot pussy.  Then you can watch me fuck her.  I'll make her cum all over my big cock just like she did the other night.  You can watch her orgasm.  Oh yes, she couldn't stop coming on my cock and she acted like a real bitch in heat," Ken whispered and chuckled at the meaning of what he told the husband.

Seeing the wild-eyed look of lust in Andy's eyes, Ken pressed on.  "Andy, you're really going to see what kind of bitch you're married to tonight, I promise," he told the husband who listened intently to every word even in his intoxicating stupor.  The problem was Andy really didn't grasp what Ken meant but it wouldn't be long until he fully understood.  He would understand the true meanings of bitch, big cock and orgasm.

Lori moaned in despair knowing what lay in store for her.  She was going to be ravished by Troy, then Andy and then the bastard Ken.  Her mind raced to all the possibilities and off to her right she could see Ken's grinning face.  He appeared to have won the contest and was in the midst of enjoying total satisfaction of seeing his sexy victim acknowledge defeat.

In her own little world of agony, Lori prepared to be vanquished by her strong opponents but promised herself to do her utmost to beat the villain Ken.  It always turned her stomach to hear such arrogant men boast of sexual conquests and brag of their prowess with women.  She vowed to remain steadfast and not surrender to Ken's brash measures.

Suddenly there was a familiar cock thrust in front of her face and somehow her dainty hand went to the long, narrow shaft.  "Oh my lord, is that for real?  It's so long, so big for a boy," Andy whispered as if he was talking to himself.  Yes, he thought, it was a dream come true but he had to admit, Troy's cock was more than man-sized.  He stared at the long pecker without blinking and saw it disappear into his wife's wondrous mouth.  He knew how Lori loved sucking his cock but certainly she didn't feel the same about this one, he hoped. 

Ken watched the enthralled husband who was all by himself sitting in the hot tub mumbling to himself.  Andy's hands were below the water's surface and by the look on his face, he was in the middle of erotic bliss.  It appeared his hand was stroking his hardened cock and it pleased Ken to know the man's stamina was being sapped. 

"Wow, she's the best cock sucker ever but you already know that, don't you?" Ken said and moved closer to the tub.  "My boy will get his first blowjob and he couldn't ask for a better teacher, don't you agree?" he asked Andy marveling at how good things were working out.  He watched the submissive wife suck his son's pecker and knew Andy was too engrossed to care that it was his wife he was watching.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lori noticed the three onlookers.  Ken and Sean were giving encouragement to Troy while Andy was suspended in time, too aroused to be of any assistance to his wife.  Lori's stomach quivered from the memory of how the teen filled her belly the other night and knew he was only a short time away from doing the same thing again.  His enlarged cock throbbed in her hands and Lori had to keep both fists wrapped around the boy's pecker to stop him from ramming it all the way down her throat.

Ken wanted to humiliate the couple, both Lori and Andy, and spoke loud enough for all to hear.  "That's it honey, suck his cock and make him a man.  Christ, that big meat looks good in your mouth, Lori," he said and smiled at Lori's reaction as her face turned a bright red in embarrassment. 

Then he spoke much softer and directly at Andy.  "Ask her to play with Troy's balls.  Have her caress his nuts until the boy blows his load in her mouth," he told the enthused husband.

Andy had watched his consummate wife suck his cock many times but never someone else's and it inflamed his mind with the opportunity.  He didn't have to say a word and it was as if magic happened when Lori obeyed the rotten orders immediately.  She cupped the delicate balls, which were swinging freely between the boy's thighs and caressed them as if they were Andy's.

"Look at that big, long cock in her mouth, Andy.  I think he is shooting his hot load of cum in her mouth and she's swallowing it like a perfect slut," Ken said to the stimulated husband.  He had complete control over the couple and relished debasing them totally.

Troy's hips began thrusting wildly about without a definite pattern and it was truly magical watching Lori's cheeks cave in when she sucked the boy's cock.  Her head bobbed back and forth on the end of Troy's pecker and it was a picture of sinful infatuation.  Lori realized she was fulfilling a teenager's boyhood dream and gulped the molten lava down her throat in true, immoral fashion.  She didn't want to embellish the affair but somehow her hand milked the long shaft, squeezing it hard enough so that all the creamy liquid flowed into her mouth.  The cum seemed to erupt from the flared nozzle for a very long time and Lori marveled at the extended stamina of such a young boy.

The relief of feeling the boy's hips quiet and slowly subside was extremely short lived for Lori.  Someone suddenly put his arms around her flushed body and looking to her left, Lori saw Ken's rugged features.  He guided her lithe body down onto the soft lawn and effortlessly positioned her on her back.  Lori was no match for the man's brutish strength and a shiver ran down her spine as she realized Ken was so powerful.

He put his face next to Lori's and whispered, "It's time for hubby to fuck his desirable wife.  Don't you think?"  The pair locked eyes and his stern, demanding stare quickly won out.  "Spread your legs bitch and show him that you are his slut.  And I am truly going to enjoy making you climax after he is finished fucking his sexy wife.  You will cum for a real man, won't you?" he asked and laughed out loud.  Lori shivered with immense disgust at the man's fearless arrogance and vowed to fight his evil intensions with her last breath.

She felt sort of numb and shocked that Andy would comply with Ken's demeaning orders.  Lori felt utterly ashamed that her devoted husband was going to have intercourse with her right on the ground and in front of three vulgar individuals.  She looked at Ken's, Sean's and Troy's wide, confident smirks on their beaming faces and observed the evidence of intense, male lust.

Ken merely ushered Andy to his naked wife.  He knew that any man who watched his wife perform illicit sexual acts, similar to what Lori had done, would have virtually zero staying power.  It seemed that Andy was reluctant to remove his tightened fist from his hard cock and that made Ken thoroughly pleased knowing he was so stimulated.

Lori could see that her husband's eyes were glazed and he was intently focused on only one thing.  With one quick footstep, Andy stepped between Lori's legs and forced them to open wide to accommodate his body.  His burning desire spied the shaven beauty and he immediately struck a blow for sovereignty.  Swiftly he knelt down, and then lay prone over his wife in a missionary position.  It took one dynamic thrust for his cock to find utopia, ramming his rod to the hilt and bringing a whimpering sound from his troubled wife.

Ken had never touched another man before but this was different.  He reasoned just a little assistance would ensure his ultimate goal of having the sexiest woman in his life all to himself.  He treasured making Lori his devoted slave and he would ensure her loyalty with secret measures and blackmail.  With slight hesitance, Ken reached for the naked ass, which was thrashing out of control on top of Lori.  He gave a strong push on the soft, rounded cheeks and embedded Andy's cock to the max in the distraught wife who was beginning to panic.

Lori wanted to scream at her husband.  "Please wait, please hold it just for a few more minutes.  Wait for me, please, oh gawd you have to wait for me," she prayed out loud.  Lori desperately wanted Andy to understand that if he didn't prolong the session until she experienced an orgasm, her demise was imminent.  "Oh please Andy, please sweetheart, not yet, wait for me," she pleaded and begged him not to orgasm without her.  She thrust her hips upward and tried with all her willpower to bring on an orgasm.  It seemed that the more she wanted it, the farther away the summit of ecstasy appeared.  All the while her eyes were locked with Ken's and Lori noticed the wide, assured smirk covering his face.

Suddenly she felt Andy's hips jerking out of control and Lori knew her dilemma just got dismal.  Her poor husband had to endure all the erotic scenes with the teenagers and his endurance had long since elapsed.  She hugged his straining body and clung to him for salvation but there was not going to be any.  It seemed that for every wish for her orgasm to hurry, merely slowed it down.  Andy's climax only lasted a few seconds and Lori felt the hot lava fill her womanhood before his hips quieted.

Deep within, Lori sobbed amid the knowledge her emotions had reached a plateau near the summit.  Now she would have a desperate struggle to keep control of her excitement.  She vowed to remain steadfast against the man she hated most in the world even though he appeared more potent than any man she knew.  Tears came to her reddened eyes when she looked to her side and noticed the now naked man approaching.  There was more in store for her and Lori was well aware of Ken's intentions.

She watched wide-eyed as Ken gave stern orders for Andy to let a real man take over and doubt crept into her confused mind.  "Andy, Andy guess what, buddy.  I am going to fuck your gorgeous wife and fill her hole with my spunk.  Have you ever watched her have an orgasm with another man?" Ken whispered to Andy.  There was no fantasy that had occupied his mind more than of having Lori screwed by a stranger, indeed it was fantasy also shared by his delectable wife. 

Andy was more than eager to see it happen and quickly responded.  "No... I mean, no I haven't watched Lori have sex with anyone, but I want it to happen," he told his newfound pal.

Lori wondered if she could stave off being conquered and the question was answered almost immediately.  Ken hovered over her body and forced her legs to remain separated in a display of wanton desire.  He slipped his lower torso between Lori's widespread thighs and held her pinned to the ground.  She reached forward with her arms and did her best to hold Ken's hairy chest away from her body.  Lori couldn't get much leverage when lying on her back and felt at the mercy of the much larger man.

Ken had set the stage when he persuaded Andy to screw his wife while she lay on the grass-carpeted lawn.  Andy had been overly aroused from watching his wife suck a teenager's cock and the length of time it took him to reach an orgasm fit perfectly into Ken's devious scheme.  Ken anticipated the thrill of seducing a thoroughly frustrated wife right in front of her contented husband.  He could not remember feeling so confident ever before.

Lori was totally exhausted from giving Troy the ultimate joy of any 16 year-old and then submitting to the brief sexual encounter with her devoted husband.  Doing it right in front of spectators seemed to add a dreamlike sensation and it simulated the many fantasies the couple had about being exhibitionists.  Determined to make Lori his faithful bitch, Ken took advantage of her vulnerability and sought to annihilate her willpower.  Lori was going to find out that she had a dark side and it was full of secret desires.

Looking to the far end of the deck, Ken could see Rex panting in anticipation of being rewarded by his master.  Ken's best friend had a hungry look and seemed to smell something special in the air.  'Oh sweet fuck', Ken thought, 'you just wait for your turn boy.  This bitch will be all yours in a very short time,' Ken secretly promised his faithful dog.

Suddenly, Ken arched his back and purposely teased Lori by shoving his naked hips into her crotch region.  Lori could feel the head of his pointed dagger poking into her flesh.  It was perilously close to her defenseless opening.  Twisting and rolling her hips, she kept trying desperately to evade the protruding weapon.  Ken chuckled at the evasive maneuvers.

"It's too bad he couldn't wait," he told his victim. "I could see how you wanted to cum.  You do want to cum, don't you?" Ken whispered knowing how it would haunt Lori.  "I'm going to fuck you with my big prick and then you can cum for me.  I'll make you cum, darling.  We both know how you love to cum on my big dick.  Oh yes, you can suck up my hard pecker deep in your cunt like a real bitch and show hubby how you can cum, really cum, for a real man," he said with open conceit. The words filled Lori with immense anguish.  Not because of the erotic content but for the way her tummy quivered crazily like she anticipated something enchanting to happen.

She felt the flared head of the big man's cock at her entryway and suddenly found new strength.  Lori held her hips downward and dodged to the side keeping Ken from attaining his goal.  He loved the challenge and smiled at the dire look on Lori's pretty face.  With the skill of a picador, he stabbed the tip of his lance into the soaked crevice and made Lori twist and turn even harder.  Suddenly, he ran the flared head up and down the pink slit and purposely lingered on the tiny clitoris.  Lori's tummy twitched madly every time he caressed the most sensitive bud and she moaned is despair at his demanding attempts at seduction.

Looking directly in Lori's eyes Ken whispered, "You're going to cum for me like a good little bitch.  You know you are.  You're already fuckin' soaking wet.  You can show hubby how a real woman climaxes when she has a big, hard cock deep inside her belly, right honey?"  The man's insufferable arrogance made Lori's stomach churn but she was unable to prevent the reaction from her deepest regions.  Her whole body shivered and she prayed for strength.

Basking in the immense wetness, he suddenly gave his hips a powerful stab forward.  The result was profound and everyone's heart stopped, waiting for the next phase.  Ken held his body still with the elongated manhood spreading the opening of Lori's cherished honey hole.  Her desperate struggle stopped and Lori stared into Ken's savage eyes with his body poised above her motionless torso.

The sudden entry made Lori plead for mercy and she knew what he was going to do.  "Oh please, no, oh gawd no, please don't let him do it, Andy," she begged looking over at her husband.  His eyes were distant and suddenly Lori was aware that the journey was going to be a long, lonely one.  She could tell Ken was circling the globe, teasing her, waiting to plunge downward into a canyon of lust.  Lori resigned herself to the fact that Andy would not be any help to her as her hated neighbor slowly slid into what would become his private domain. With a sharp jab, the head of his manhood separated her cervix and entered the dark grotto.  The flashback to her first encounter with Ken nearly pushed her over the edge.

"I love your tight cunt and I can feel your sweet ass shoving it up to me.  You go right ahead and cream all over my rod and I'll show you how a man waits for his bitch," he whispered and even had the audacity to grin at her.

Lori's determination was hanging by a slender thread.  "No fucking way you filthy bastard.  You're nothing but a vile beast, a fucking scum sucker and I'll never be your woman," Lori whispered back to the devil.  Her aspiration to win was gone but it didn't stop her from uttering words of protest.  As the last thread of self-control began to unravel, Lori not only knew he was forecasting the future and that she would indeed be Ken's bitch in waiting.  "If only, if only," she started to say to herself but was sharply cut off by the violent explosion in her womb as the thread snapped.  Suddenly, she was filled with a burning desire so intense and lustful that it caused her to tremble all over.

Ken decided to nail the coffin shut and reward his wicked mind with Lori's soul.  "Oh, you'll be my woman and you'll cum all over my pecker like the slut you are.  You sluts are all the same, you want cock and will do anything to get it," he whispered and Lori felt the profound sensation that he was correct.  There was nothing she wanted more than to satisfy her lustful desires and, by doing so, she would satisfy her despised lover.  She could not believe that someone other than Andy owned her spirit.

She listened to his voice and her tummy quivered madly with tremendous passion.  There were no cares, no worries and Lori felt her womanly nectar flow towards her mentor.  She welcomed him into her secluded sphere and knew Ken would give her a most satisfying climax.  Her hips thrust upward with all her might and embedded the monster to the fullest.

"Fuck, you're the best fuck I've ever had and I can't believe how tight your pussy is," Ken rasped and Lori believed every word.  She clung to Ken like he was her savior and hoped he would reward her with his virile seed.  He gave first one vicious pump, then another, and then he was pounding Lori's ass hard into the ground like a savage beast.  She was unable to move or assist her lover but merely open her legs as wide as she could to allow him full access to her womanly charms.  Ken realized that women such as Lori came along once in a lifetime and he truly loved the way her body responded to his male needs.

The two sweaty bodies thrashed and humped like wild animals on the grass-covered lawn and all eyes were focused on the zealous ecstasy.  A lifetime's dream of watching his wife have sex with another man was realized and the scene was overwhelming.  Andy held his groin like it was in terrible need of gratification. The two bodies slowly became motionless yet still locked together at the critical connection.

It took many seconds before Lori's heart rate returned to a bearable level and she remained in the arms of her hated neighbor and lover.  Ken could not focus; it was working out even better than any plan.  Lori was vaguely aware that Ken was saying something and giving motions as if he were talking to a pet of some kind.  Rex saw a hand beckoning him into the waiting valley that had a definite feminine aroma.

Ken had shifted his lower torso off Lori while keeping his chest over Lori's.  He put his hand between her legs and coaxed his big dog forward.  Suddenly, Lori felt something rough and wet raking over the inside of her thighs and dangerously close to the narrow crevice between her legs.  Her first reaction was surprise and Lori wondered how a boy's tongue could feel so wet and rough on her tender skin.  Somehow, Ken rolled his spent body to one side and curled his leg around Lori's to hold her pinned on the soft ground.  Sean moved to her side and was holding her left leg still, which left her completely vulnerable.

Lori was perplexed and confused by the sudden wet caresses, so she twisted her upper body to see why.  Much to her horror, she saw Rex, Ken's mangy dog lapping the juices from her body like it was sweet honey.  Lori was filled with newfound strength and attempted to get away from the animal.  To her astonishment, Ken and Sean easily held her motionless on the ground for their pet.  Mortified and utterly appalled, Lori cried out in her useless husband's direction, "Andy, Andy for gawd sakes, help me, help me get away from his fuckin', ugly dog!"
 
In his drunken stupor, Andy saw the erotic scene like none other he had ever witnessed.  His wife's distended pussy lay open to the dog and Rex did what animals did best, licked the nectar in cleansing fashion.  Every time the long, drooling tongue lashed through the gaping slit, Lori's body jerked in a most violent manner.  She tried to press her thighs together but the two Patterson's held steady to keep them separated.

Suddenly, Ken's mouth was at the side of her face as he grabbed a handful of Lori's hair twisting her head sideways.  This took her eyes and concentration off her lower extremities and her only focus was on Ken.  He put his lips next to her ear and whispered, "Now what are you going to do for me?  My Rex has the biggest cock hanging between his legs and he wants a woman in the worst way," he said and Lori held her breath waiting for him to continue.  "Rex has smelled and licked your slut pussy and now needs his woman to open her legs real wide so he can lick her some more," he whispered.  "Are you going to be Rex's bitch?" he asked.  Stunned, Lori stared back not knowing how to respond to the depraved demand.  Ken gave her head a vicious shake demanding she reply.

How could her life get any worse, Lori wondered?  The most degrading aspect about the question was the fact she felt a raging desire to be used by a most magnificent dog.  "Oh no, please Ken, don't make me.  Don't make me do it, please," Lori whispered in the quietest voice.  "Not in front of Andy, the boys, please no," she begged.  Lori quickly looked at Andy, Rex, and Ken and kept shifting her attention from one to the other every couple of seconds hoping someone would help her.  Ken abruptly released his hold on her and told his son to follow suit.

Suddenly she felt free; there were no hands or bindings holding her steady.  She could feel her chest pounding with sheer excitement and anticipation, and had never felt anything so dramatic in her life.  Swiftly, she closed her legs and crossed them in an attempt to redeem her soul.  She held her thighs, locked together with all the determination remaining in her body and knew she was safe as long as the dog could not taste her.

Vaguely she heard, "There, I am not going to hold your legs.  Rex wants his little bitch to open her legs.  He wants to lick your bald pussy until you get on your hands and knees.  My fucking lord, I've never watched a dog fuck a woman before but by god, I will tonight," Ken boasted and looked Lori straight in the eyes.

Lori returned the man's steely gaze for a long moment and Ken deviously allowed her time to consider her fate.  Her mind went to the many times that Andy and her had talked about sex with a dog.  About her having sex with a dog like Rex but Lori never thought it would come to a point in her life where she would have to decide.  How many fantasies of sex with a dog did she have, she wondered?

She remembered the last time she chased Rex out of their yard as one of the most enlightening events ever to happen to the couple.  Andy and Lori had been soaking in their hot tub when Rex showed up in their yard.  "He's letting his ugly dog into our yard so he can do his business on our lawn," she told Andy.  "I'm going to get that fucking beast out of here right now," Lori told her husband.

Lori got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her dripping, nude body to be discrete.  She decided to chase Rex out of the yard but just as she approached him, he wheeled.  Rex bared his teeth and froze Lori on the spot.  It was time to make a hasty retreat as Lori sensed the dog was far meaner than she suspected.  She quickly turned and Rex nipped at the corner of her towel when it flared outward.  He grabbed the terrycloth with his sharp teeth and gave a powerful yank to dislodge the covering from Lori's body.  Lori didn't know what to do and the shock of being turned naked by a stupid dog stopped her for an instant.

Run like hell or stand still hoping the dog would leave her alone, she asked herself?  She choose the former and Andy watched the most adorable scene as his sexy wife ran naked across the lawn to the tub.  He admired her large but firm breasts as they bounced every time her foot hit the ground.  His wife was completely out of breath by the time she returned to the hot water and he wondered whether it was the result of excitement, fear or exercise?

Andy marveled at the almost comic episode and kidded Lori about almost becoming dog meat.  The couple laughed at what happened but Lori got the surprise of her life when her hand inadvertently went to Andy's crotch.  His pecker was stiff as a pole and Lori gave him a questioning look.  "I'm sorry honey but it made me extremely horny to think you were dog bait and Rex wanted to hump your sweet ass," Andy explained.  It quickly became evident that both Andy and Lori were highly aroused and needed gratification in the worst way.

Suddenly Lori's mind left the erotic memory and rushed back to the reality of what was now happening.  It was the most dramatic event ever and she looked at both men with deep curiosity.  In Ken's face, Lori could see male lust and sheer animal desire while on Andy's handsome face, she saw an inquisitive, uncertain look.  She realized that once she went forward, there would be no turning back.  It hit her like a bolt of lightning.  She would be a bitch, a doggie bitch for Rex if she did what Ken wanted!  She fully comprehended that Ken would let his dog into her yard in the future and she would be expected to satisfy the furry beast.

Lori looked at Rex's big, dark eyes that seemed to speak to her, plead to her to open her legs.  Lori remained still, not moving a muscle until Ken put his lips to her ear.  "You heard me, bitch?  Open your legs and let Rex show you why he is the master of all bitches.  Once you feel his large, doggie cock, you will be his bitch for ever and ever," he said with the same arrogant tone he used with all women. 

Suddenly, Lori felt the cool grass on the back of her legs and everything turned serene and tranquil.  It was as if a madman devoured her sense of right and wrong and Lori was absolutely bewildered at how she could comply with such immoral demands. 

"Andy?" she called in a last ditch effort to save her soul.

"Do it, Babe," came the ragged whispered answer from her crazed husband.

As the meaning of Andy's words sank in, an earth-shattering awareness surged through her loins like a tidal wave.  Much to Lori's dismay, she parted and she held her legs splayed for her beastly lover.

There was a sudden slurping sound and then a fierce consciousness ran through her body.  It was eerie, a loud licking noise then a powerful sensation rushing through her tender being like no other.  Lori glanced at where Ken was staring and saw what captivated his attention.  The longest, drooling tongue made a slow, exact stroke through the vast wetness between Lori's legs and her whole body jerked wildly with her ass leaving the ground the whole time.  Another, and another stroke, each started at her asshole and split her puffy labia with ease.  When the course tongue hit her delicate clitoris, Lori thought she was a lucky woman to be on her back and not standing.  She was certain her legs would have collapsed from the overpowering vibrations running through her deepest regions.

All eyes were tuned to the animal lust being displayed by the two combatants.  Lori was absolutely positive that she would experience an orgasm if the dog did not stop licking.  She teetered on the crest of collapse and prayed someone would prevent her drastic fall.  Lori began sobbing with the knowledge that she pleaded for Rex to stop drinking from the geyser between her legs because she wanted more.  She could not remember such a river of pussy juice flowing from her insides without an eruption of a total climax.

Ken saw the apparent demise of his sexy prize and grabbed the collar around Rex's neck.  He yanked the big dog away from Lori but not without a fight from his shaggy friend.  Suddenly Lori's heart rose to her throat and she wondered if she might faint.  She peered down between her legs and saw the big dog being held at bay but it was the half-sheathed dog cock swaying between his haunches that made her heart rate soar out of control.  The immoral sight held her total focus even though she knew that it was wrong and that she should look away.

Her eyes never left the swinging meat, which looked, huge, almost too big to consider as a feasible alternative to a man.  It was the darkest red and seemed to be squirting beaucoup quantities of liquid from the odd shaped tip.  She began to whimper and it appeared to Ken like she was a lost child who needed help.  He leaned in to her and whispered, "It's time slut!  It's time to become Rex's bitch.  Now get on your hands and knees and act like a bitch you are."  For some unexplained reason, what Ken said did not upset Lori like it should have.

Lori rose to a sitting position and looked at her dear husband.  Yes, she remembered how turned on Andy was when they talked about Rex and about her being used by a dog.  Lori consoled herself with the fact she would do it for Andy.  She got up and felt the grass beneath her bare feet and appeared to be in a pleasant trance.  Lori was well aware that she would only feel comfort and satisfaction after she had succumbed to the captor's demands.

Andy saw his wife stand like she was in a dreamlike state.  He was positive she was going to run for it and escape the immoral demands of their neighbor.  His eyes opened wide when he noticed her turn around and get down on her hands and knees.  "Oh fuck, yeah!" he muttered in delight.

Lori hung her head low to the ground and acted like she was waiting, willingly submitting to the severe treatment.  Andy noticed Ken holding his big dog in check and saw how badly the animal wanted to attack as he rose up on his hind legs.  When he did, Rex stood as tall as Lori and certainly weighed about the same.

Suddenly Ken released his hold on Rex's collar and the dog bounded towards his timid prey.  A sob escaped Lori's throat when the heavy weight of an animal mounted her back and long, hairy legs went around her slim waist.  There was a need and a furious demand from the dog and it was conveyed into his bitch by animal lust.  He clamped his front legs tightly around the bitch's waist like a giant vise and pulled her hips back into his soft belly with a ferocious pull.  It was Lori's last recollection of sanity.

She felt the soft fur against her bare ass and suddenly something hard poking in her crotch area.  The beast emitted hot, burning pre-cum from the nozzle of his cock and it scorched Lori's flesh everywhere it landed.  The sight was spellbinding to the four males. They had never witnessed a more erotic, or immoral scene.  The noises from the pair were merely animal sounds and it was hard to tell whether they were ones of agony or ecstasy.

"Oh gawd, he's trying to fuck me, he's trying to put his cock in me.  I can feel it burning, burning," Lori said to no one in particular.  Her words were barely out of her mouth when a dog's ominous growl filled the air.  Rex was a master and kept squirting the secret potion covering the complete crotch of his hairless bitch.  He noticed how she stood on all fours waiting faithfully for him to mount her and she appeared no different than the other dogs he fucked.

Rex had screwed many bitches in his time and he was experienced at making sure they accommodated the full extent of his big endowment.  He was an expert at filling a bitch's womb with his doggie seed and expert at keeping it there for as long as it took to consummate the affair.  He felt the end of his blunt cock go into the bitch's wetness and knew he could mount this bitch with one thrust.  Rex loved the sounds coming from his enslaved bitch and he tightened his legs around her waist to bring louder moans of obedience.

First, it was imperative for Rex to soak the whole area with vast amounts of lubricating gel as that never failed to ensure he planted his knot and sealed the bitch's opening.  His hips were pounding like a machine gun and every time he thrust forward, he coated the velvety skin with hot pre-cum.  Lori could feel the intense heat of the clear, slimy oil and there was so much of it that the inside of her thighs were coated as well as her exposed crotch.  Rex abruptly shifted his body and Lori could feel the burning rod slip under her belly and shoot flaming jets of pre-cum all over with some landing on her chest and titties.

The flat tip of Rex's penis suddenly jammed into Lori's crevice with blunt force and made her jerk as if to get away.  Her back was severely arched and Rex clamped his front legs around her flared hips and Lori felt like a prisoner.  She had never felt so controlled or restricted and the aroused dog seemed to know what a woman wanted.

Rex skillfully moved his cock head until it struck the narrow valley between Lori's milky thighs and every odd jab pierced the puffy pussy lips, almost tantalizing her by saying, "There is more to come."  He felt her body twitch and hump as if begging him to hurry up but he was far too experienced to fall to temptation.  He continued coating the gaping pussy with transparent liquid until a pool of it soaked the ground.

Suddenly Ken was near her and Lori glanced in his direction.  "He's finished?  He's going to leave me alone now?" Lori asked as if it were a pleading question.  The stream of hot, sticky cum made her believe the man's large dog had climaxed and her ordeal was over.  It had been a frightful experience, she thought, but it certainly wasn't as drastic as she had imagined.

Ken leaned closer and whispered, "No, honey, my boy is just putting lots of lubrication on your precious pussy so he can mount you just like he does all his bitches.  I promise you haven't felt a cock like Rex's.  He is going to make you his very own.  Fuck, I've never seen a dog tie with a woman before and I know Rex will do it with you," he said.  The vile vision made Lori shiver in fearful anticipation.

Rex bent his hind legs and lowered his haunches a tiny bit, pausing for a brief second to give Lori a well-deserved respite.  The big dog somehow kept the very tip of his penis inside Lori's vagina and could feel the heat of Lori's cavity.  He wondered why she felt so restrictive compared to his other conquests but promptly ignored the truth.  Rex knew it would take but one powerful drive.  Suddenly he thrust forward with the extra power in his hind legs planting his enormous cock into the waiting female.

Lori's head came up like she had been knifed with a sword and she felt heat like nothing before.  The dog's cock was a fiery spear and he inserted it into her tender cervix with the first shove.  Beads of sweat instantly formed on her body and Lori's temperature rose to match her mate's.  The dog pumped in and out of Lori so fast her knees barely touched the ground.  Higher and higher her temperature rose and her heart rate increased in likewise fashion.  Her mind was enraged with a lust known only to animals.

Lori was being taken again and this time by an animal of the Patterson family.  Unexpectedly, Rex paused, staying still on the ground with his powerful haunches bent in expectation.  Lori allowed herself to relax and welcomed the reprieve thinking her turmoil was almost finished.

There wasn't a bitch in the neighborhood that Rex hadn't knotted with and he assumed this one was no different.  He realized she was unlike his normal doggie type but Lori definitely felt and tasted the same.  Any bitch who emitted cum which tasted so good must want his doggie chizz, he assumed.  Yes, she was tight, he realized, a lot tighter than his regular bitches but he would soon rectify that.

It was time to show that he was a superior beast.  The whole duration, he kept filling her grotto with pre-cum in true doggie fashion and eventually it started leaking from the taut seal at Lori's opening.  Rex had a special skill of being able to knot with his bitches and he was determined to demonstrate that to his loyal master, Ken.

Like a Roman gladiator, Rex thrust upward with all his might.  The end of his piercing rod sliced through Lori's cervix and into her womb so easily that it amazed everyone including Lori.  She suddenly realized that the dog was not finished but only beginning.  The intense heat had destroyed any chance of her remaining sane and spasms rocked her entire inner regions.  Lori had never felt such extreme pressure or strain on her vagina and the heat from Rex's cock was intense.

As quickly as it began, she felt her opening slowly contract and tighten around the far end of the fattest cock imaginable.  It was the strangest feeling.  Rex had patently waited to feel her tightened around the small gap behind his knot.  Once she did, he knew it was time to expand.  The ball swelled to great proportions as his bitch yelped until the seal was complete securing Lori on his dog meat.  He held his wonderful bitch as tight as he could with his paws and his tongue hung out of the corner of his mouth.  It was exhausting but he was prepared for the best ride in history.

Lori's inner regions were filled with the hottest, most searing liquid imaginable and the thick cock seemed to scorch her entire vaginal walls unlike any before Rex.  Her back was arched and the powerful mongrel held Lori in the air like a featherweight puppet.  He didn't pump or thrust, merely held steady while his thick cock pulsated madly emitting vast quantities of boiling dog cum into Lori's womb.

Through the fog of her addled brain, she knew what Rex was doing as her belly quickly filled with molten lava.  How long it took Rex to empty his large reservoir, Lori could not remember, but when he was done, he began licking the side of her face.  'Oh gawd,' she thought, 'he likes me and thinks I am his girl doggie.'

Immoral, sinful images flooded Lori's mind and she realized that her neighbor's dog was knotted to her, a real woman.  She had heard of such a thing happening but never dreamed it was possible.  Lori was ashamed for the way she had acted and refused to look around at the others in the yard.  Suddenly, a weird, sadistic explosion erupted in her epicenter and Lori realized there was a further journey to travel.  She fought what felt like another building orgasm but really didn't want to hold back from her phantom lover.

"Oh honey, you are so beautiful, so sexy with the big fucking dog on your back.  I can't hold it anymore," came the desperate words of a husband who surpassed the outer limits.  When Lori heard the astonished voice of her husband, she looked up to see him flailing away at his cock, just inches from her face.

"Shoot her in the face, Andy," encouraged Ken with gleeful laughter.

As her husband spermed her pretty face, she understood that her demise at the hands of her hated neighbor was complete.  She wanted to scream at Ken yet the passion, the desire deep inside was far to compelling to make her feel remorse.  The disgusting fact was lost in a commanding climax.  Her sperm covered eyes rolled into the back of her head and her womanly juices flowed to meld with Rex's.  Lori had never felt so subjugated yet so contented as her hips jerked randomly while her tiny grotto milked every ounce from the massive cock buried in her womb.

Rex wanted to clean himself and lick his jewels in total bliss.  He stepped over his bitch with one, front paw, then his hind leg, and quickly turned his body so that his ass was locked to Lori's.  His knot was squeezed so hard it almost made him yelp in agony but somehow he managed to stand still.  The two men and two boys stared with eyes so wide and bewildered that none of them said a thing.

The four watched the large dog pant with his tongue hanging down from his mouth and the rear end of the woman propped high in the air.  Luckily, Lori was similar in size with her dog lover and her knees rested on the soft grass.  Everyone held their breath and waited.  It was eerie and profound for things to be so quiet and dreamlike.  Every time Rex or Lori attempted to move, it caused intense pain to the junction between the two so it was consensual that they remained motionless.

"I've heard about a dog tying to his bitch but really didn't believe it.  Fuck, what a picture.  Look at the way Rex's big stick is embedded in her bald pussy!  He's got the biggest dick and I thought he would rip her poor cunt wide open," Ken said to no one in particular.  "Fuck, how many times did the bitch come on Rex's big cock?  Christ, it was one right after the other and when she screamed for her life there, I thought I was going to blow my load all over the place," Ken told the crowd.

She too wondered if an orgasm could last forever?  Lori's inner regions were on fire and the aftershocks were almost as dramatic as the earthquake that occurred when the dog entered her underground mansion.  It seemed her womanhood went into convulsion every time the large cock squirted lava into her womb, which Rex kept doing the whole time the couple were knotted together.

Rex had much more fluid than anyone could imagine and remained totally focused with keeping his ball enlarged to keep his cum encased inside Lori.  He considered Lori his prize bitch and marveled at how willingly she submitted to his debasing humiliation.  Normally his bitches cried and whined when he kept them locked on his enormous cock.  Not this one, he realized.  This bitch kept squeezing and milking his cock in a faithful manner and never tried to free herself from the tight bond.

Lori did her best to hide the erotic thrill of having Rex inside her but she could not control the intense convulsions, which continued to rock her inner soul.  She could only imagine what the immoral scene looked like and she was afraid to turn her head either direction for fear of seeing her loving husband.  Lori wondered what he would think of his grown woman on her hands and knees and in the clutches of a large dog.  The odd thing about the affair is that it filled Lori with shame and embarrassment yet the climax was truly earth shattering.

How long were they tied together?  It could have been seconds or minutes but Lori was far too confused to tell.  Eventually, the large ball subsided enough for Lori's pussy to release the swollen cock.  All eyes watched intently as the dwindling cock eventually slipped out of Lori's midsection and a torrent of liquid gushed from her honey hole.  It ran down the insides of her thighs much to the delight of prying eyes.  She couldn't move and felt frozen to the spot as the great relief floated through her mind like a heavenly cloud through the sky.

Ken knew he wanted to taste Lori's potion again and again.  Lori assumed her reservoir had run dry but Ken was determined to refill her tank with sinful passion.  The evening was far from complete as now there were four hard cocks each throbbing with raging desire.  Even Andy had recovered from his last ejaculation in her face and there was no deadline tonight for satisfying lustful demands.  Eagerly and complete abandon, Lori repeatedly welcomed the four cocks long into the night. 

THE END
I like my stories to be a certain length and not overly long so I will stop this chapter at this point.  I plan to do two more chapters in Lori's life and hope to have them completed in the near future.
Please email me with your comments, as I would appreciate any from loyal readers.  I am fairly new at this type of erotic writing and hope my style is worth reading.

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

Her girlfriend said it and then Betsy remembered how the boyfriends each screwed her.  It went on all morning and her girlfriends stayed close to her.  They even took liberties by fondling her whenever none of the boys did.  "Holy sweet Jesus... she's not a virgin anymore.  She's a slut from hell who wants every cock buried inside her cunt," one of the girls said.  "I've never seen a slut cum so often... and so hard.  Have you?"  The girls laughed and kept holding the helpless victim while the three boys each screwed her.
 
What surprised Betsy was that the girls didn't demand her to do anything to them.  It was that morning when Betsy realized that lust would make her do the most uncommon things.  Once her head was filled with lust, nothing erotic or sexual had limits, which sort of scared her to some degree.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***Grad School - A True Relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***The Relationship Changes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Betsy now knew she surrendered her spirit that fateful night.  In her mind, she was doing everything to make Ron happy because she was in love, or so she thought at the time.  It proved to be the beginning of a chapter in her life, which she was not proud of.  After the demoralizing climax, Betsy was too ashamed to fight back.  She was numb when contemplating what was worse, no Ron in her life or being shared by his friends?  Sadly her mind shut out the truth and she chose the wrong path.
 
All she remembered was Ron beside her during the orgasm giving his complete blessing as his buddy ate her out.  She lost track of the number of times she said, 'this can't be happening... not to me.'  The memory was horrifying but she willed herself to continue the daydream even knowing things got worse.  Betsy watched the dream unfold from a lofty perch, as if it were happening to some other woman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.  The next chapter will be posted very soon.