By this time Jason was soaping my ass and running his finger up and down my ass opening. I was not sure what he had in mind, but it felt good. Slowly he started pushing his finger inside me. I started grinding my ass against his hand as he pushed his finger all the way in. With that done, he reached around and grabbed my cock and started stroking hard and fast. I pressed back into him and languished in my building orgasm. It was only a few seconds and my cum began shooting from the pee hole at the end of my cock. Jason continued to work my cock as spurt after spurt hit the wall of the shower. Slowly my climax subsided and I had to brace myself as my knees were shaking and weak.

I turned and faced Jason. I took the soap from him and started to lather him. I worked his chest and stomach and then his cock and balls. They were already erect and I could tell he was about ready. I knelt down and took Jason’s cock in my mouth, but only the tip at first. I worked my lips and tongue around the head of his cock. I licked the pee hole and then worked on the bulging head of his cock. I could feel his cock head grow in size and feel his whole cock twitch from the stimulation I was giving him. After that, I grabbed the base of his cock in my hand and started pumping as my lips slid up and down his shaft. I thought that would be enough for Jason, But apparently it was not. The next thing I knew, Jason put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me too him, forcing his dick down almost to my throat. I started to gag, but Jason relaxed his grip a bit and I began pumping up and down the length of his cock. As I expected, Jason did not last long, he came just as I finished my second or third time down his shaft. I felt his hot jism hit the back of my throat and quickly swallowed as much as I could. Then to my surprise, Jason, started shaking and fell back against the wall. I steadied him and continued sucking his sweet cum.

A few moments later, I released his cock and stood next to my friend. He reached over and gave me a hug. I responded with a cum filled kiss, which Jason responded heartily to. We had just separated when I heard my Mom say, wow, did we leave you that horny? I almost fell as I turned to see my mother standing outside the open shower door. I grinned and said, geez you really gave me a start. She apologized and said breakfast is ready and you two are responsible for cleanup since you did not help cook. Her parting comment was something like save some of that for tonight. With that she was gone.

Jason and I quickly toweled dry and ran to the kitchen for breakfast. The girls all seemed to have gotten a good nights sleep. I asked what all the moans and screams were about. Shelley said oh nothing, we were just telling stories. Jason said, it sure seemed like it was more physical than that.

After breakfast Shelley, Mary, Jason and I decided to walk around the lake. There was a beautiful sand beach and it looked like it would take us about a half hour to walk around the lake. As soon as we started, Shelley took my hand and walked beside me, rubbing up against me. It was a little disconcerting at first, but I soon began enjoying the walk. I put my arm around her and bunked even closer. At first we did not see anyone out. Most of the houses appeared occupied, windows and doors were open and cars were in driveways, but no people.

After walking about 15 minutes we saw a guy approach. He was a bit older than us and quite nice looking. He had short blond hair, a muscular chest and a cock that appeared to be twice the size of mine or Jason’s. As we approached, he greeted Shelley and asked if she would like to come see him this afternoon. I wondered if she would accept, but was not prepared for her response. In a bitter tone, she said, what part of no do you not understand. I told you last time you asked and the time before that, I am not interested in seeing you now or in the future. With that, Shelley grabbed my hand, turned and started back to her house. I scrambled to keep up and after finally slowing her down, asked Shelley what was that all about. She said that is Ernest. He is rude, selfish, smelly, and has been caught peeping in girl’s windows on several occasions. I think he is disgusting.

We were all very quiet as we finished our walk. Once at the house Jason suggested we go in the lake. We each grabbed a tube and jumped in the water. Jason brought a ball and we played catch for the next half hour. Seemingly out of nowhere, several kids near our ages appeared and joined us. Most were fairly average in looks, however, there was one girl who was stunning. She was African American and appeared very young, maybe 10 or 11 years old, but she was very tall, taller than any of us. She had the face of a movie star. She was just beginning to grow breasts, her hips were just starting to develop and she had a mere wisp of pubic hair. I paddled over to Jason and asked him who the young girl was. He said that is Tanya. She is older than she looks. She is celebrating her 14^{th birthday this week and is a professional model. I think part of her appeal as a model is her young looks. She is very nice, let me introduce you…}

We continued playing catch for a while, then one of the girls announced time for a new game. She said we are going to play a version of hide and ghosts seek. However instead of hiding the peron we are going to hide the ball and try to find it. Here are the rules. Everyone except the person who is it, has to close their eyes. The person who is it, will have the ball and will attempt to hide it on their person. It can be anywhere from their hands over their head to between their feet. The person who is it calls out their gender by saying pink or blue. Then the others try to find the it and search them for the ball. When the ball is found, the new person calls pink or blue. Everyone who is the same gender as the person who is it, will stay in the middle of the swimming area and the seekers can search them for the ball.

That sounded a bit complex, but turned out to be simply a giant game of grope the opposite sex. A girl had the ball first. She called pink and all the girls congregated in the middle of the swimming area while the boys paddled around til they found a girl and began fondling her until they either found the ball or gave up and went on to the next girl. As it turned out, Tanya had the ball. I was right next to her and quickly found her. I started fondling her legs and feet and didn’t find the ball. I quickly moved up her legs to crotch. I spent a long time feeling her pubic hair and cunt lips. She did not spread her legs, but all the same, I enjoyed every minute of it. After that, I continued feeling her stomach, and breasts. Her breasts were mere buds, very pointy but firm. I didn’t find the ball there so I continued searching her shoulder, neck and face. Not there, I finally found it in her hand. She gave me the ball and I called out blue. Meanwhile the other boys had been busy fondling the other girls.

I paddled a little ways away from Tanya and called out Blue again. Tanya made a beeline for me. She found my face first and to my surprise and pleasure, she began caressing my face. She touched it gently, but much longer than necessary to determine the ball was not there. After that, she searched my arms and chest and then found my firmly erect cock. Again she searched much longer than necessary to determine the ball was not there. She rubbed my cock, almost to the point of making me cum. No ball there, so she continued down my legs and found the ball between my feet.

Another boy got the ball from Tanya. I think she almost handed it to him as soon as he first touched her. The ball circulated from there. After that, Tanya and I seemed to find each other spent much time searching for the ball, but in reality taking the opportunity to fondle each other. Finally, Patty emerged from the house and announced lunch. We started to paddle to shore and Tanya stopped me and asked if I would like to come see her after lunch. I said I would love to. She smiled and said see you at 1 o’clock.

Lunch was somewhat painful. Jason and I both had erections from the game and they did not go down for nearly 20 minutes. The girls spent most of that time teasing us. During lunch, we determined that each of us was invited to see someone after lunch. Even the two mothers, Patty and Nancy were invited over after lunch. My mom, Nancy and Patty left a few minutes before the rest of us. Each of us going our own way. I found my way to Tanya’s house, which was about a 10 minute walk. I knocked and Tanya answered and invited me in. I was about to say something when she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with parted lips. Her tongue found mine and we eagerly explored each other’s mouth. At the same time Tanya rubbed her body against mine. I could feel her budding breasts against my chest. My cock was hard as a rock by this time and Tanya ground her groin against me, leaving little doubt what was to cum next.

We stayed in that position for several minutes, my whole body was shaking and I was afraid I might fall. Tanya stepped back and said easy there, are you OK. I managed a grin and said you are having a big affect on me. She said I can see that. With that, Tanya took my hand and led me to her bedroom. As we walked down the hall, I caught a whiff of my mother’s perfume and heard moaning that sounded like my mother. I didn’t say anything, but the effect was to heighten my arousal, just thinking that my mother was in the next room getting fucked by Tanya’s parents.

Once in Tanya’s room, we embraced and kissed again. Our hands slowly exploring each other’s body. I was intrigued and mesmerized by Tanya’s budding breasts. In reality they more like budding nipples. They were firm and protruded little more than an inch from her chest. They were very pointy in shape and were little more than the dark auroral area surrounding her nipples. I couldn’t stop touching them. Finally I gently moved her to the bed and lay her on her back with head on the pillow. I climbed on the bed next to her and immediately began sucking her breasts. First one then the other. The effect was magical. Her breasts grew to nearly double their size and Tanya’s reaction was striking. Her breathing picked up and she seemed to tense as she caressed my back and neck.

My reaction was such that I felt my climax building and knew that if I continued sucking her breasts this way I would cum in a matter of moments.

I pulled away and rolled over on my back next to her and said I think I better stop for a minute or I am going to cum all over your bed instead of inside you. She grinned and said good, because I was just about to cum myself and I didn’t want that quite yet. In fact she said I have a fantasy of how my first time would happen and I would like to tell you about it if you don’t mind. I said please do, I would love to hear you fantasy and make it cum true.

Tanya, proceeded to tell me her fantasy was to bring a boy home, tie him to the bed and proceed to lick and caress him from head to toe including his cock and balls; then to squat over his face and make him eat my pussy. After doing that enough to make him squirm and beg for release, I will lower my self on his erect cock and slowly grind myself to climax. If the boy has not cum by then, I will take mercy and untie him and let him fuck me til he does. How does that sound. Tim said, I think that is fucking hot! Tanya, then added that we have about an hour to fulfill this fantasy and then my parents are going to discover us and be really mad. To punish me, my dad has promised to fuck me and my mom. Don’t worry they aren’t really mad, just pretending as part of my fantasy. You have a choice. When they come in, you can get up and leave or if you like my mother, you can stay and fuck her. In fact, she saw you walking this morning and saw us playing in the lake and said she would love to fuck you. I think you will like her, she is 22 years old and incredibly beautiful. She is an actress. You can stay or leave.

With that said, Tanya reached into her night stand drawer and pulled out a ball of string. She proceeded to tie my arms over my head to the headboard and my feet spread wide to each corner of her bed. I felt fully exposed. My cock was standing straight up and twitching from excitement. Tanya, started with my left foot. She caressed it, rubbing top and bottom and sucked on my toes. I should have been ticklish, but the feel of her tongue on the bottom of my foot was electric. I jerked, but my bonds held me fast. Already I was aching to fuck this African American princess and I couldn’t loose myself to do that.

Slowly, Tanya moved up my leg, licking and caressing my skin. Even as she worked on my lower leg and knees, Tanya slid her hand up the inside of my leg to rub my crotch. She seemed always near my cock, but resisted actually touching it. I tried to will her hand to grab my cock and rub it, but she continued teasing me, ever so close, but not quite there. I pulled at the ropes and tried desperately to move my cock and place it right on her tongue, but no matter how much is squirmed, she always stayed away form my throbbing cock and balls.

Finally she placed her hand on my cock, just a gentle touch at first, but it was what I was begging for with all my heart. Then just as suddenly as she touched me, she moved her hand on to my stomach. No, no, what are you doing to me, I thought. Keep your hand on my cock, rub it and suck it til I cream all over your sweet body. But no, she was to be in total control and that meant, she would decide when I was to be allowed to cum. I gulped and lay there waiting for her next move. That came soon enough, as she licked around my cock and balls and started to caress my stomach. My cock was hard and was pointing straight up toward my face. Tanya wanted to lick that area of my stomach, so she took the head of my cock between her thumb and forefinger and moved it to the side, so she could get free access to that area without otherwise having to touch my cock.

Tanya continued working on my stomach, but her hands were still teasing me. One was on the inside of my thigh, tantalizing close to my cock and the other was playing with my nipple. I tried to move my hips and stab my cock close to he mouth, hoping she would turn and take it between her lips, but still no luck. Even when I managed to slide my pre-cum soaked cock head against her cheek, she ignored it and continued working up my stomach and chest. As she neared my breasts, she took both hands and began massaging my nipples. She used her fingers to pull and twist my nipples. Oh the excruciating pleasure she was giving me.

Before I knew it, Tanya had my nipple in her mouth. She sucked on it and caressed it with her tongue. First one breast, then the other. Then she surprised me as she pinched and twisted my other nipple. At first I felt a sharp pain, but almost immediately the pain turned to pleasure and I knew that if she continued her assault on my nipples I could cum within a few seconds. I could barely speak, but managed to whisper, I’m cumming. She stopped almost immediately and slapped my cock with the back of her hand. My climax evaporated right then and there. It was like she pulled a plug and the tub drained, the buildup disappeared. Tanya turned to me and said all better now? Don’t want to cum too soon do you?

She got this almost evil grin on her face and after I admitted I as no longer close to cumming, she continued on my nipples. Before I started building towards my climax again, Tanya moved on to my neck and shoulders. She caressed my neck and ears, being careful not to stimulate me too much. After that, she moved to my lips and we kissed, hotly and passionately. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and I, hers in return.

We held this position for several minutes, then she stood and straddled my chest and slowly lowered her cunt onto my face. The smooth hairless pussy was dripping wet from her pre-cum. I eagerly raised my head to meet her open cunt. My tongue found her lips and easily slid inside her quivering cunt. She began moving her hips slowly up and down to meet my rhythm. She reached between her splayed knees and grabbed my head and lifted it, thus providing even more pressure on her pussy. We held this position for several minutes until Tanya had her first climax. I could feel the spasms as her cunt muscles contracted; squeezing and releasing my tongue. Each time her muscles contracted, I felt a gush of cum spurt into my mouth. The sensation was incredible and frustrating at the same time. I desperately wanted to free my hands to caress her body and fondle her breasts. I struggled at my restraints, but to no avail. All I could do was rub my face into her cunt.

Slowly Tanya began to relax as her orgasm receded. Slowly she rose to her feet, still dripping cum from her cunt onto my face. Still not saying much to me, Tanya backed up til she was straddling my waist and then she slowly lowered herself until her cunt was inches from my cock. Tanya grabbed my cock and pointed it to her cunt opening and lowered herself on it. Despite using her weight, I did not penetrate more than a fraction of an inch. Tanya had a serious look on her face as she raised a bit and then pushed down again. This time she had a perplexed look to her, but I was little more than half an inch inside her. Again she raised and this time when she pushed down she put all her weight into it and I pressed my hips up to meet her. I felt, more than heard a popping or ripping sound as the tip of my cock penetrated almost an inch. Tanya grimmaced in pain, but managed to say that popping sound you felt was my hyman breaking. Once that was broken, Tanya began gingerly pumping up an down my cock. Each downward thrust took me deeper inside her love canal. The grimaces were obvious at first, but gradually diminished as her hyman stretched and finally accepted my cock. Even as her hyman stretched, her cuntal opening was very tight, it felt like someone was squeezing my cock with a too small condom. The pressure was wonderful and I could not believe how wonderful it felt to deflower this incredibly sexy creature.

Tanya looked down with obvious pleasure as her cunt lips swallowed my cock all the way to the base. She reached down and felt our joined organs and gently caressed her lips and then felt my bulging cock nearly swallowed in her cunt. After a few seconds to relish her accomplishment, Tanya began slowly at first pumping up and down. Her movements were deliberate and her strokes long, taking her just to the tip of my cock before reversing and gently pushing down the length of my cock all the way to the base. After a few minutes of this I was feeling my climax building and I told Tanya I was getting near my climax. She considered that for a moment and said lets just see if we can do it together at the same time. She reached down and started to rub her lips just as she continued to pump up and down on my shaft. I was building fast and I told Tanya that. She said good so am I. She kept rubbing her clit and lips and pumped furiously a half a dozen times and we both came. Tanya quickly tensed as she shoved one last time all the way to the base of my cock, then in a more ragged manner, continued to pump so as to keep her orgasm going. I met her with a half a dozen upward thrusts and then tried to bury my shaft as deep in her pussy as possible. Our cum combined to fill her cunt to overflowing. As we continued to move, I could see the cum seep out around the base of my cock and pool on my stomach and run down between my legs. The pleasure was intense. After no more than a minute, Tanya fell forward and embrased me. Our lips met and we kissed a long an passionate kiss of two people who have just made perfect love.

We were in that embrase when Tanya's parents opened the door and walked into the room. Her father seemed to explode with anger. I was startled at first, but then in the middle of his tirade Tanya whispered in ear, remember, he is only play acting. They are estatic that you took my flower. After that I relaxed and lay there enjoying the pleasure of having my cock buried inside Tanya and looking at her step mother. After Tanya's father yelled at her for several minutes, calling her a slut and a whore, he said he was going to teach her a lesson. He told her to get off my fucking cock and lie on my back to take what was cumming to her. She winked at me and rolled off me onto her back next to me. Then Tanya's mom came over to me and said as for you, I am going to teach you a lesson for fucking my daughter. She just grinned and I grinned back and said any time you are ready. Tanya's mother's name was Susan. Susan walked around the bed and climbed next to me, but her head was pointed toward my feet. she leaned over and began sucking my cum covered cock. She was able to take all of it in her mouth. I guessed that came from much practice with her husband who's cock appeared to be more than 10 inches long and several inches in diameter. Susan used her tongue to clean off all of the cum left from Tanya and I. She did not attempt to make me cum, just suck all of our love juices from my cock.

After that, she asked if I would like to be untied. I grinned a bit and said that I was getting a bit uncomfortable and would like very much to be untied. Susan complied and I rubbed my wrists to restore the circulation. Susan turned and lay in my arms facing me. We kissed tentatively at first, then more passionately. I took advantage of my unfettered hands to caress Susan's body. I started on her back, worked to her ass and hips and then her breasts. Unlike Tanya, Susan was a fully developed woman with medium, but firm breasts. Her nipples and aroreals were light brown and had small bumps surrounding the area. Her hair was light brown and short, but soft as lambs wool. Her stomach was flat and musclar, showing very little body fat. Her eyes were large and blue as the sky. She returned the favor, caressing my back and ass, and then moving to my groin area to rub my cock. We moved a little and I slid my hand between us and started fondling her clit and cunt. I felt a sticky substance around her cunt opening and quickly realized that she had been recently fucked. I knew immediately what I wanted to do. I quickly sat up and turned around so that I could see her cunt. It was glistening in the light and covered in cum. I hesitated no more than a moment and leaned over and began hungrily licking her cunt. The taste of her husband's cum was like nectar from the gods. I worked my lips from her ass to her clit, soaking up all the cum and then dove into her cunt to get to the source of the cum load. I lapped what I could from her cunt and continued licking as Susan started to get excited. I could feel her reaction as she tensed and reached to pull my face closer to her cum soaked pussy. Susan had her first orgasm right then as I continued to work on her. A few minutes later as she began to relax, As I turned to face Susan I noticed Tanya and her father. He had mounted her and was pumping his cock furiously into the cunt that I had just fucked. His cock was nearly twice the size of mine and I wondered how she was able to accept such a large cock so shortly after losing her virginity. Her face did not show pain, in fact she had a glow to her that showed she was enjoying the fucking she was getting. I had visions of sucking her cunt once again after her father filled her cunt with his cum.

I licked my lips in anticipation, when Susan said come with me. She took my hand and led me to the master bedroom and said sit on the bed for a minute while I run some water in the tub. I walked over to the bed and saw the wet spot where Susan and her husband had fucked my mom an hour or so before. I lay down in the middle of the wet spot, just imagining her pussy filled by his cock with cum dripping out on the sheets. I had visions of later that night when she and Patty would visit Jason and I and I could suck my mom’s cunt as well. I hoped she would still have some cum left in her cunt.

Susan returned and smiled as she looked at me rubbing my body in the wet spot on their bed. Does that turn you on she asked. I asked if this was left over from when you fucked my mom. She grinned and said your mother is a very sexy woman and really knows how to please her sexual partners. She grabbed my hand and said, the tub is just about ready. She said climb in and get comfortable. I did and the next thing I know Susan is straddling me and lowering herself on my erect cock. Her cunt is still well lubricated and she slips easily onto my manhood, sliding all the way to the base. She hesitates there and leans over and we kiss. Her tongue explores every reach of my mouth. I reach for her breasts and softly stroke them, I run my finger tips around the base of each of her perfectly formed breast and then work slowly toward the areoles and her nipples. Her nipples are hard and pointed, not unlike Tanya’s. I took each of her nipples between my forefinger and thumb and squeezed gently at first, but as Susan’s breathing picked up, I applied a bit more pressure. Again there was an immediate reaction. Susan leaned back to an upright position and covered my hands with hers and threw her head back. Then in a very husky voice she said harder, please squeeze harder. I did as she asked and within seconds she was cumming. I could feel her cunt explode in waves of contractions and her face and chest flushed quite red.

After what seemed hours but in reality was a minute or two, Susan relaxed a bit and said that was one amazing climax, and all you did was sit inside me and pull on my tits. I will have to tell my husband about that technique. Now, that I have cum twice, it is now your turn, as she smiled and took my face in her hands and gently caressed my cheeks. She moved her hands to my chest, covering my breasts and began humping my cock. She started slowly, but quickly picked up the pace. Susan had just the right technique as she added a slight front and back movement to her strokes. That combination along with the water that slightly diluted the lubrication we produced gave me this incredible stimulation as her lips slid up and down my shaft. After a few strokes, Susan began rubbing my nipples. She started rolling them between her fingers and that was all I could take. I shot my load within a few seconds. I hardly had time to say I’ cumming. Susan said let me have it, let me have your sweet cum. I did just that, filling her cunt with my load. After that, Susan lifted herself off my cock and sat down beside me in the tub. She reached over and started the pump and then put her arm around me and pulled me close so I could rest my head on her shoulder. We sat like enjoying each other’s touch and the warming bubbles from the tub’s jets.

After a few minutes, Tanya and her father joined us and we sat with them facing us at the other side of the tub. Our feet and legs were a bit cramped, so they were kind of intermingled. Tanya was across from me. I didn’t notice anything until I felt her foot between my legs and her toes rubbing my cock. I jumped a bit and Susan asked if I was ok. I grinned and said, just fine. We sat like that for perhaps a half hour when I noticed it was getting close to dinner time. I said reluctantly, that I had better go. Susan said oh it would be so much better if you came instead. We all laughed. Susan said there is a towel in the vanity. Tanya show Tim out. Tanya and I climbed out of the tub and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Tanya’s shoulders and began rubbing her dry. I then took another towel and quickly dried myself. Tanya walked me to the door and we kissed again. My hands again roamed her body, caressing her back, her ass and finally her budding breasts. I looked her softly in the eyes and said thank you for the most incredible afternoon of my life. I hope I can see you again. She smiled with a twinkle in her eye and said me too.

I had an erection when I walked out of the house, so I decided to walk back along the beach, hoping I would not meet anyone until my cock went down. As it turned out, that was the wrong choice. I had only walked a short ways when I met Jason coming from the other direction. He kidded me about my condition and we turned to walk home and almost bumped into our mother’s who had walked up behind us. I had no chance of hiding my erect cock, so I just said hi. My mom was the first to speak, saying something like, is that reserved for anyone in particular. I looked her in the eyes and said; yes it is just for you. She laughed and said I bet. Who gave you that boner? I said Tanya, kissed me at the door and I couldn’t help myself. By the way did you have fun with Tanya’s parents? Mom looked at me with a surprised look and said you know I was there. I said, yes. I smelled your perfume, I heard your moans and I felt your love juices on their bed. Wow, aren’t you the detective. I just smiled and said yes. She said, yes in fact she did have fun! With that we all turned and walked back to the house. Jason and I walked behind so we could enjoy our mom’s sweet derrieres.

Next installment: My Story: The Lake House - That night and the next day.

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Me, my name is Matt.  I am 27.  I am 6'0 and about 280 lbs.  I am a pretty stocky and big guy.  I have short brown hair and hazel eyes.  I am pretty average in penis size I would say, about 6 inches and somewhat thick. 

Ok, so this night was like all the other nights so far.  After the training was over we would all go to the lobby of the hotel and enjoy the free drinks they were serving.  This usually lasted about an hour to an hour and a half.  After this, most of us would walk to one of the many restaurants in the area.  This time, however about 7 of us decided to order room service and go up and just drink and talk in Todd’s room.  Todd is a really big drinker and even brought a suitcase with just beer and alcohol for everyone. 

After dinner, we continued to drink and some of the people were playing an Xbox that Todd had brought.  With people starting to get really tipsy, all the funny stuff started happening.  Here I was in a room full of people I worked with who acted one way at work and was now totally different.  On this one instance, I was taking video with my cell phone and I happened to catch my manager Sandy. She was what I would say was drunk.  She walked up to Todd and slaps him on the ass.  Todd turned around and told her if she liked that then she would love touching this, and stuck his crotch in her face.  She gave it a kiss on his pants and sat back against the wall.  After seeing that, I started to show some of the guys who didn't see it happen. 

Sandy had since gotten up and came over to the couch where I and another guy were sitting.  She asked us what we kept watching on my cell phone.  I didn’t tell her anything at first, but she kept bugging us.  I finally told her that I recorded her little incident with Todd.  She couldn’t believe it.  She got a little mad at first and told me to delete it.  I told her that I couldn’t.  It was too good.  She then told me to give her my phone, which I didn’t.  She then tried to grab the phone from my hands.  I kept moving it away from her.  She finally got so mad she sat straddled on my lap trying to get the phone from me.  She still couldn’t get it.  It didn’t take very long with all the moving she was doing on my lap to get me excited.  I started to feel the bulge growing and I had a feeling she would to since I was in sweat pants.  I just for some reason hoped no one else would notice.  After about five minutes of this, and knowing she was drunk, I figured I would take this to the next step.  I said if you want my phone that bad, then you will have to get it.  I then proceeded to stick the phone in my pants between my cock and my balls.  She really didn’t do anything at first and I thought I had just blown it. 

Then, out of no where Sandy looked around the room to see if anyone was watching.  When no one was paying attention she put her right hand in my pants to get the phone.  Fumbling around trying to get it, she kept brushing against my cock which got me even harder than I was before.  She finally grabbed my phone and went back to where she had been sitting to try and delete the video.

A half hour had gone by and everyone was still drinking and playing Xbox.  I was getting kind of tired, so I told Todd and some of my other friends that I was going to go back to my room to get some sleep.  As I walked to the front door Todd stopped me and asked if I could help make sure Sandy gets to her room ok.  She hadn’t had anything to drink in a little while, but I could tell she was still a little drunk.  I told Todd that it wouldn’t be a problem. 

So, I got Sandy down to her room ok and was on my way out when I remembered that she had my phone.  I went back into her room to get it.  Luckily I still had her key she gave me when I first helped her in her room.  I opened the door and walked through the living room part to get back to the bedroom.  The door was mostly closed.  When I peeked through the crack of the door I noticed she had taken her shirt and pants off and was just laying across her bed in her bra and panties.  I started to get aroused looking at her.  Just then, I noticed she put her right hand inside of her panties.  She was really starting to work her self into a freenzy.  I tried playing it off and just opened the door and told her I forgot my phone, that I needed it back.  She jumped up and tried to get under the covers really quick.  I asked her why she was freaking out and got under the covers? I told her she wasn't wearing anything less than the bikini she wore to the pool.  She told me that she was going through a rough time in her personal life.  I sat down on the edge of her bed.  She started telling me that since her last daughter was born a two years ago that her husband and her had only had sex maybe a handfull of times and that was when he would come home drunk.  Also, that she hadn't had any sex in seven or eight months.  She also said that she believes he was having an affair with a woman he works with.  Sandy started to cry and said that maybe it's because she isn't pretty anymore.  I told her that can't be, that she was beautiful and that her husband was a very lucky man.  She told me that she didn’t think so, but I told her she shouldn’t think that because any guy would be lucky to have someone like her. 

Sandy, still crying started to tell me that when she was on my lap back up in Todd's room, that she got really wet from kind of grinding on me to get my phone.  Then when I stuck it in my sweatpants that she really didn't know what to do.  Sandy told me that she got married right out of highschool because she got pregnant the end of her senior year.  She then said she had a miscarriage, but still married the guy who is now still her husband.  She said he is the only man's penis that she had ever touched or seen that wasn't in a picture.  Then when I stuck my phone in my pants she didn't know what to do.  She said between the alcohol and the fact she was horny and wet, she went for my phone.  Sandy said she intentionally grabbed my penis a couple times to see how big it was and what it felt like. 

What happened next, I will never forget.

Sandy, with tears still in her eyes asked me is she could see my penis again.  I looked at her for a second and thought if this is something I want to risk.  I asked her if she was sure she wanted to see it.  She thought for a moment and then said yes.  So, I stood up from her bed and kicked my shoes off.  Then I pulled my sweatpants down to reveal my thick six inch cock.  I stepped out of my sweatpants and just stood there not know what I should do next or what would happen.  Sandy just sat in her bed looking at my dick.  I decided that I wouldn't hamper her view in any way and then took my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor.  So, there I was butt-ass naked standing in my manager's hotel bedroom.   

Sandy pushed the covers off of her and stood up next to me.  I had all these things running through my head when she did that.  I couldn't stop thinking how bad I wanted her.  I didn't care if she was my manager, or was ten years older than me, or that she was married and had two kids.   Then standing there Sandy looked at me and asked if she could touch it.  Without hesitation, I said yes.  There Sandy stood, right in front of my naked body and her in her bra and panties reaching out her hand to touch my dick.  She sent shivers down my spine when her hand first touched it.  I just closed my eyes for a second and take a deep breath.  She started to slowly stroke my dick.  I opened my eyes and looked down at her.  We stood there with her stroking my cock in her hand and just staired into each others eyes.  When Sandy started to speed up her rythem, I couldn't help my self so I leaned in a kissed her.  Her lips felt so good.  They were as soft as peaches.  Sandy was supprised by this to say the least.  I think it kind of hit her, where I wanted this to start going.  She broke the kiss and started to tell me how wrong this is, and that I shouldn't kiss her.  I asked her how that could be wrong, but her jerking me off was ok.  She looked like she had all these things, these feelings running through her head.  She told me how horny she is, but that in her eyes, she couldn't have sex with someone that isn't her husband.  For one, she said it was wrong.  Second, she said she isn't on the pill and didn't want to become pregnant.  She told me if she did get pregnant her husband would definitly know she was cheating on him.  I told her that she shouldn't have sex with anyone but her husband.  That we didn't have to have sex to have a good time.  I told her that all I wanted to do was please and pleasure her.  Make her feel good and special.Sandy looked like she was about to cry.  I didn’t know what to do, should I put my cloths back on and leave?  Step into the other room?  I just came to the point where I just said fuck it.  I walked right up to her and started kissing her again on her lips.  I was a little shocked when I could tell she was kissing me back.  I really didn’t expect her to.  So there we are, standing in her bedroom kissing.  After only a few minutes our kissing got more passionate, I got a little braver and started rubbing my hands on her breasts.  She didn't seem to object to that so I then reached around her back with my right hand and unhooked her bra.  I then proceeded to pull her bra off.  After I had it off and her tits were free, my hands were all over them.  It wasn't too long after I had her bra off that I decided to start making our way over to her bed.  Once I had gotten her laid down on her on her bed, I started kissing her again, but this time when I kissed her I moved over and kissed the left side of her neck and her left ear.  This really started to set her off, for the first time I heard Sandy start to moan as I kissed her neck.  I slowly started to work my kissing down her neck to her breasts.  I could tell that she was really getting heated.  Her nipples were so perky; I just kept going from one breast to the other sucking and kissing on them. 

After doing that for a little while, I decided it was time to move down.  I kissed my way down to her belly button, then down to her panty line.  I sat up and grabbed one of her legs and started kissing the inside of her thigh.  As I was doing this, I placed my hands on her panties and started to pull them down off of her.  At first, she put her hands down to stop me.  I couldn't think why she would go this far, and not want to finish.  When she put her hands back down to stop me a second time, I leaned up on her and started to kiss her mouth again.  While on top of her and kissing her, I reached back down and started to pull her panties off again.  She started to object this time, but I leaned over and wispered in her ear how all I wanted to do was pleasure her, and that I wanted to taste her juices.  She stopped objecting and let me finish pulling her panties off.  Once I had them off I glanced down at her pussy.  She was extremely wet.  Her pussy looked so soft and sweet.  It had a little hair around the top.  I laid back on the bottom of the bed and I spread Sandy’s legs and started to kiss around her pussy.  It didn’t take long before I felt her getting even wetter.  As I was eating her out, I could hear Sandy’s soft moans.  It was really turning me on.  I started letting my tounge rub around the outside of her lips and sometimes brushing it against her clit.  After a couple minutes of this, I focused just on her clit.  Sandy started to go crazy.  Right before I thought she was going to have an orgasm, I stopped.  She looked at me a little disappointed.  She asked me what was wrong.  Nothing, I told her and I started to kiss my way back up her stomach to her breasts, then her mouth. 

While kissing Sandy, she started to wrap her legs around the small of my back.  Lost in the moment and not really thinking with anything but my dick, I grabbed it and started to line it up to her pussy.  I started to rub the head of my dick all over her opening.  She was still so wet, so in one quick thrust I now had my cock inside Sandy's pussy.  I was in heaven.  She was so wet, and so warm, not mention somewhat tight.  When I did this Sandy kind of let her grip on me go.  She let her legs fall and rest back on the bed and took her arms that were wrapped around my neck off.  As I started to slowly pull out, I sunk right back in.  She looked at me and asked me what I thought I was doing.   I then leaned back down and started kissing her.  I told her how could something so wrong, feel so right?  As I continued my slow rythem in and out of her, she asked me if I atleasat had a condom to put on.  I told her I didn't, that I hadn't expected anything like this to happen.  She told me to get out of her, that we couldn't go any further.  I did what she wanted.  I sat up on the edge of the bed.  I asked her if she liked what I was doing and she told me it was the best feeling she has had in a very long time.  But she didn't want to get pregant so we couldn't go any further. 

More to come if the story is well liked.

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.

She stopped and turned to him. "Well, I loved your playing." She gave him a shy smile.

He chuckled. "My biggest fan! Probably my only fan!" She giggled and slapped his arm.

"Stop putting yourself down! You’re good! Get over it!"

He looked into her pretty eyes. "Now you, my dear, have the voice of an angel! I got goose bumps when you sang that Allison Krauss song! It was beautiful!"

She looked down, blushing slightly. "Thanks. I really love the song so I guess I put more into it."

"Well," he said quietly, pulling her close to him. "It made me want to do this." He leaned over and kissed her soft lips, then pulled back, watching her face for a reaction. She looked back at him, then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue probing at his lips until he parted them so their tongues could mingle together. They kissed hungrily for a long time, lost in each other. Their hands roamed across each other’s body, exploring and caressing. After a few minutes, the pulled apart, neither really wanting the kiss to end.

"Wow!," Rick exclaimed, grinning at her. She smiled back.

"Mmmhmm! More, please!" She threw her arms around his neck again and somehow managed to kiss him with even more passion, her inhibitions forgotten. He pulled her slender body tight to his and felt her large tits pressing against his chest. Her nipples, fully erect, pushed into his skin. He placed his hands on her face, then laced them back into her long blonde hair. The kiss soon ended and they stared longingly into each other’s eyes.

"You are so beautiful!," he whispered, looking into her eyes. She blushed again. "I mean it! I still can’t believe that we’re here alone together!" Now it was his turn to blush. "I. . . I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out ever since I met you."

"Really? Why didn’t you?"

He gave her a lop-sided grin and shrugged. "Because every time I was anywhere near you, I couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence!"

She laughed, then seeing he was serious, stopped laughing and said, "Really?’

He nodded. "Yup. Turned into a blathering idiot. But when I saw you pull up in the boat, I made up my mind that I was going to at least try to talk to you. And am I ever glad I did!"

"Me, too," she said softly and hugged him.

"C’mon," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Let’s walk for a while." She put her arm around his waist and they walked slowly along the beach, talking about music and other common interests - getting to know one another.

After a while, they reached a grassy area under a thick pine tree. "Let’s stop here for a while," Jessie said. It was one of her favorite spots along the beach. She took off her sweater, placed it on the grass, and sat down on it. She patted the grass next to her and Rick went over and sat down. She leaned back on her elbows, examining the night sky. Rick couldn’t help noticing the swell of her braless tits under the stretched fabric of her t-shirt as she leaned back. They were, in a word, perfect.

Jessie looked over out of the corner of her eye and saw him staring at her upturned breasts. She smiled to herself.

"Beautiful, aren’t they?," she said, still looking skyward.

"Huh?!," Rick blurted, caught off guard. "Wha? . . .I. . .I. . ."

"The stars," she said calmly, ignoring his spluttering. She looked over at him, her face revealing nothing. She made no attempt to cover her tits or change her position. "What did you think I meant?"

Now it was Rick’s turn to be embarrassed. "Well, I. . .It’s just. . .aw, hell!"

Jessie laughed. "Busted!" Then she gave him a sultry look. "I have a confession to make. I did it on purpose!" She sat up and faced him, then put her hand on his chest and gently caressed it. Then she took his hand, kissed it, and held it to her breasts, looking straight into his eyes as she did. Rick leaned in and kissed her, allowing his hand to roam over her firm tits, brushing his fingertips across her erect nipples.

"Mmmm," she murmured, returning his kiss. As they continued kissing, Jessie reached down and started lifting his shirt over his head. She leaned down and kissed his chest, all the while moving her soft hands over his upper body. She sat up, and to his surprise, pulled her own shirt off, releasing her tits from the confines of the restricting material. He gazed down at the most perfect set of tits he’d ever seen. They were full, but not too big. The erect nipples pointed slightly upwards and they were firm enough to need no support.

He reached over and gently cupped one, enjoying the feel of the soft skin. He leaned down and licked one of the nipples. Jessie sucked in her breath and he moved to the other one. She sighed and held his head in place as he sucked and licked on one for a few seconds, then the other.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, thoroughly enjoying his tit sucking. "Oh, yes! That feels nice! Mmmm!" He kept this up for a few minutes, feeling his cock growing stiffer and stiffer. Finally he raised his head and kissed her. She returned his kiss and her hands once again went to his chest, then down to his flat stomach. He put his hand over hers and guided it to his now fully erect cock which was straining at the cloth of his shorts. Jessie could feel the hardness of his erection through the material and ran her hand along the length of it. It was big. Not porn star big, but bigger than her previous boyfriend’s. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, enjoying her gentle touch.

Jessie reached down and unbuttoned his shorts. As she worked the zipper down, she eyed him warily. "You realize, of course, that I don’t do this every time I meet a guy!"

Rick grinned. "You mean I’m special?"

Jessie arched an eyebrow and reached inside his shorts. "We’ll see. . .," she said with a wicked grin. She stroked his hard cock again over his boxers. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Oh, Jessie! That feels great!"

"I think I can make it feel better," she replied mischievously and tugged on his shorts. "Up, please!" He lifted up so she could remove his shorts, then settled back down on the grass. "Uh-uh. Not yet!" She motioned for him to lift up again. He grinned at her. "C’mon! Up!" She tugged at his boxers until he raised up again while she pulled them off as well.

His hard cock sprang up like a flag pole. Jessie looked at it for a few seconds, licking her lips, then grasped it and began to slowly stroke the long phallus. It was definitely bigger than her last boyfriend’s, the only other one she’d seen, but not too big. Maybe seven or eight inches. Rick closed his eyes and lay back on the grass, completely naked, while this gorgeous creature stroked his cock. Pre cum oozed from the hole and coated her hand as well as his shaft. The musky odor aroused her as much as the sight and feel of it. Rick’s sighs only increased her arousal more.

She looked down at the large purple head and rough, glistening shaft and felt an urge to kiss it. Lick it. Suck it. The thought of it inside her mouth; the feel; the taste, was really getting her going. She felt herself getting wet just thinking about doing it. She’d never done it before, but girls did it all the time, right? She’d overheard girls in the washroom at school talking about it like it was no big deal. Everyone was doing it, it seemed.

Before she even realized she was doing it, she lowered her head, breathing in the aroma of his sex. She stuck out her touch and gingerly licked along the shaft. She licked her lips, tasting the tangy pre cum that coated his cock. ‘Not bad,’ she thought. She opened her mouth and let the velvety soft head slip in between them and slid her tongue across it. Rick moaned and his body jerked involuntarily.

"Oh, yeah! That feels good!"

Inspired by his reaction, Jessie pushed his hard cock further into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around the shaft and head as she began to bob up and down like she’d seen in the movie. Rick gasped in pleasure and closed his eyes, enjoying her first ever blow job.

Jessie was really getting into it. She didn’t have to pretend to be enjoying herself! She was! The feel of his hard cock in her mouth combined with his reaction was getting her very wet, soaking her panties and even making her jeans damp!

Before long, Rick’s breathing became shallow and she could sense he was getting close to cumming. He soon confirmed her suspicions.

"Ahh!," he exclaimed. "Jessie! You’re gonna. . . " He paused as she sucked hard on his hard cock. "You’re gonna make me cum!!" He moaned, concentrating hard to keep from shooting into her mouth.

"Mmmm. . ." She murmured., and lifted her head long enough to say, "Isn’t that the whole idea?" She went right back to sucking his throbbing cock before he could answer.

"But I don’t. . .want to cum. . . in your mouth!," he panted.

She lifted her head again and looked at him curiously, but continued stroking him. "I thought guys liked it when girls did that?"

Rick sucked in his breath and nodded. "Well, yeah. . . of course, but most girls don’t like to do it."

Jessie grinned. "Well, I didn’t know I liked sucking cock until now, so how will I know if I like swallowing unless I try it?"

Rick stared at her, his eyes wide. "You. . .You’ve never done this before?!"

"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head, then took his cock back into her mouth, sucking furiously as she bobbed up and down, her long blonde hair flying around her face as she slurped noisily.

Rick threw his head back and let out a long sigh. "Oh, yeah! Jessie, I’m gonna. . .Arrrghhhhhh!!!" She felt his cock pulse and a split second later her mouth was flooded with his warm, salty semen. Before she had a chance to swallow, he came again. Startled, she pulled the spurting rod from her mouth, white cum running down her chin, and jerked him off until he stopped cumming.

"Sorry," she said apologetically. "I didn’t know there’d be that much!"

He reached down and wiped some cum from her chin with his finger. "Are you kidding?! You’ve got nothing to be sorry about!" He grinned at her. "So, how was it?"

She shrugged and pulled his cum-soaked finger to her mouth and licked it clean. "Not bad! Not bad at all!" She grinned back at him.

He sat up and pulled her to him. Then he kissed her, tasting his own fresh semen as his tongue probed her mouth. She pulled away and looked at him, her eyes wide and a slight smile on her face. "I can’t believe I did that!," she exclaimed, putting a hand over her mouth.

He smiled back at her. "You did one hell of a job for your first time!" His face turned serious. "I hope you didn’t swallow just because you thought I expected you to, because I didn’t."

She shook her head. "No, no. I mean, sure I wanted to please you, but. . ." She paused, searching for the right words. "I really liked doing it, and it turned me on so much I just wanted to. . .taste you."

"And apparently you like the taste!," he said, holding up the finger she’s just sucked clean.

She blushed and smiled demurely. "Well, I don’t not like it. It’s a little thick and salty, but ok."

He brushed the hair from her dazzling green eyes. "That makes it better for me, knowing that you’re enjoying it, too." He looked down at his shriveling dick. "I’m gonna need some recovery time before I can go again!" He looked back up at her, an impish grin on his face. "But I think I can come up with something to do in the meantime!" He licked his lips.

Jessie frowned. "Uh, Rick. There’s something I have to tell you." She looked into his eyes, taking his hand and exhaling a deep sigh. He looked at her, a worried look in his eyes, and waited for her to continue.

"I . . . " She lowered her eyes for a moment, then looked back up into his. "I’ve, uh . . .I’ve never . . .um . . .I’m . . .still a virgin."

Rick breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled her hand to her lips and kissed it. "Is that all? You had me worried there for a minute!"

"It doesn’t bother you that I’m . . . inexperienced?," she asked, surprised by his mild reaction.

His face became serious, his voice calm. "Jessie, I want to spend time with you, get to know you better." He paused, looking directly into her sexy green eyes. "Sex is something we can work up to. If that’s what you want. I really like you. You’re obviously very beautiful and could have your choice of any guy, but . . ." He paused again. "We seem to connect. I feel like I’ve known you for years, not hours. We have so much in common, and I just . . ." He stared into her eyes, which were becoming misty listening to his words. "I just want it to be special, if and when it happens." He looked down at himself. "That sounds kinda funny, you half naked and me buck-naked! Then there’s the matter of that incredible blow job!"

Jessie giggled, wiping the tears of relief and joy from her eyes. She leaned over and kissed him. "I feel the same way, Rick. And I do want to have sex with you. But can we wait a little while?"

He nodded. "Of course. It’s up to you." Then a devilish smile formed on his lips. "But can I still . . . pleasure you in other ways?"

She raised her eyebrows and gave him a curious smile. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"Well," he replied, pushing her gently down on the soft grass, "I thought that since you went down on me, I could return the favor!" He began fumbling with the button of her jeans. "If that’s ok with you!" She nodded slowly and watched as he unfastened her jeans and lowered the fly. She raised her hips so he could wriggle them over her curved thighs and removed them completely. She lay back on the grass, wearing only her skimpy thong panties.

Rick stared down at the beautiful nearly-naked blonde lying before him. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever, coming together at that special place still barely covered by the black panties. He took in her whole figure; her flat stomach, those perfect tits, her long blonde hair that framed her beautiful face and splayed out on the grass around her head, and those hypnotizing green eyes all combined to literally take his breath away.

"What?," she asked, noticing his stare. Her voice brought him back to reality.

"Huh?," he asked.

She raised her eyebrows, a slight smile forming on her full lips. "You were staring!" He smiled guiltily and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess I was," he admitted sheepishly. He met her eyes. "You just look. . ." He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head from side to side. He opened his eyes and leaned over her. "You are so beautiful!," he whispered. "And I’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world to have found you!" They embraced and kissed, their bare flesh pressing together in the cool night air. After a moment, Rick kissed down her neck to her perky breasts. He paused, licking and sucking for a few seconds on each nipple, then moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down to and across her flat stomach. His hands gripped the waist band of her panties and she raised herself up so he could pull them off.

The full aroma of her sex reached Rick’s nose and he breathed it in deeply as he slipped her panties over her ankles and tossed them aside. He leaned down over her swollen labia, easily visible in the bright moonlight, and paused only a second before licking the entire length of her virgin slit. Jessie gasped, her hips jerking at his tender touch. She had never experienced anything like that before! Rick looked up at her, licking his lips. "Was that ok?"

"Uh-huh!," she panted, her chest rising as she took in a deep breath. Rick bent down and continued licking her sweet little pussy, repeating the same tongue action over and over. Jessie squirmed and moaned every time his tongue touched her. When he licked up to her erect little clit and flicked his tongue across it a few times, she cried out, her hips jerking upward.

"Oh, yes!! Right there!!," she cried. "Don’t stop!!" He continued teasing the sensitive little sex organ and Jessie’s cries increased in volume and intensity. Her hips began bucking frantically as she moved closer and closer to climaxing. Rick put his lips around the little bud, sucked it between his teeth, and began nibbling gently on it.

That did it. Jessie’s body suddenly went rigid, her back arched, and her mouth opened in a anguished gurgle as the orgasm exploded within her. She felt jolts almost like electricity coursing through her tight young body as she came again and again. She rocked her hips, her breathing shallow, as Rick continued to suck on the sensitive little love button.

"Rick! P. . please!! Enough!!", she gasped, her body twisting as she continued to cum non-stop. She was panting hard, trying to catch her breath as she came over and over continuously. He released her clit and watched as she slowly came down from the massive orgasm until her body lay limp, with only the occasional twitch. Her chest and neck were flushed red and a sheen of sweat covered her entire body. Her round, firm tits rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. He crawled up beside her and took her into his arms, pulling her quivering body tight to his.

When she had recovered somewhat, she pulled back and looked at him. "Oh my god!," she exclaimed, still breathing hard. "That was amazing! My body’s still buzzing!" Her face took on an apologetic look. "Sorry I told you to stop, but I just couldn’t take anymore!"

He smiled and kissed her. "I’m just happy you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed doing it." Jessie smiled back at him and snuggled against his warm body, shivering.

"Are you cold?," he asked, pulling her closer.

"Mmmhmm," she replied, still clinging to him. "I worked up quite a sweat, but now I’m a little chilly."

"Maybe we should be getting back," he said, reaching for their clothes. He passed her t-shirt to her and she quickly slipped in on. They dressed, then embraced and spent several minutes in a warm, loving kiss before slowly walking arm in arm up the beach toward the campsite.

As they walked up the slope and into the camp, the realized it was deserted. The fire was reduced to a mound of smoking ashes.

"Guess everyone went to bed," Rick said quietly. He touched Jessie’s arm. "Did you think of a story for Stacy and Alyssa?"

Jessie sighed and shook her head. "They wouldn’t believe me if I told them we were just talking for . . ." She looked at her watch. "Over three hours!" It hadn’t seemed that long!

"What are you going to tell them?"

She shrugged. "The truth. They’ll only end up getting it out of me, anyway."

He raised one eyebrow. "You’re going to tell them. . .everything?"

She grinned. "Haven’t you heard?" She planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Girls do that!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tenderly. "Don’t worry. You have nothing to be ashamed of!"

He held her small, warm body tightly. "It’s not me I’m worried about!"

Jessie pulled back and gave him another quick kiss, her lips lingering on his for a long second. "Don’t worry about me. We’ve been friends for a long time. They won’t tell anyone." She took his hands in his and looked into his eyes. "Now go get some sleep! I may have plans for you tomorrow and I’ll need you to be well-rested!" With that, she dropped his hands and went over to her tent. She looked back, blew him a kiss, then ducked inside.

 

Chapter 9 

Alyssa awoke suddenly. She lay in her sleeping bag, still naked, and listened to the sounds of the night, wondering what had awakened her. A few minutes later, someone approached the tent. The zipper of the fly opened and Jessie crawled inside. In the darkness, she didn’t realize Alyssa was awake until she propped her head up on her elbow and said, "So. How’d it go?"

Jessie had her back to Alyssa as she zipped the tent fly closed. She spun with a start when she spoke, then sighed as her heart slowed to its normal pace again.

"Jesus, Alyssa! You scared the shit outta me!" She looked down at her pretty friend and noticed her naked breasts peeking out over the top of the sleeping bag. She ignored her question and removed her sweater and jeans, then slid into her own sleeping bag. She noticed Stacy’s sleeping bag was empty. "Where’s Stacy?"

Alyssa’s grin widened. "Her and Mike are sleeping under the stars!," she replied.

"Really?!," Jessie exclaimed. She propped her head up on her elbow and faced Alyssa Alyssa nodded and her dark eyes sparkled.

"Uh-huh. And from all the moans and screams of pleasure I heard, I’d say our little girl became a woman tonight!"

"Wow!," Jessie exclaimed, and flopped back onto her pillow. "I didn’t think she was ready for that!"

Alyssa eyed her expectantly. "So. . ."

Jessie looked at her. "So. . .what?" An impish smile came to her lips . Alyssa shot her a dirty look and threw a shirt at her.

"I want details!," she whispered loudly.

Jessie grinned and stared up at the roof of the tent. "Ohhh! Details!" She didn’t say anything else, teasing her friend.

"Jessie!," Alyssa whispered as loudly as she dared, not wanting the guys to hear. She sat up, her tits bouncing free. "Tell me what happened!"

Jessie grinned and turned to her, her eyes momentarily pausing on Alyssa’s’s naked tits. "Ok, ok. We didn’t have sex. Well, we sorta did, but I didn’t. . .you know, fuck him."

Alyssa studied her pretty face intently. "Just what did you sorta do?"

She propped her head back up on her elbow and looked into Alyssa’s eyes. "I, uh . . . I gave him a blow job!" Alyssa’s eyes widened and a look of disbelief crossed her face.

"You didn’t!"

Jessie nodded. "I did," she said solemnly. Alyssa looked into her eyes and knew she wasn’t lying.

"How was it? Did you like it?"

Jessie’s eyes sparkled. "Keep this to yourself, but I loved doing it!" She paused, then asked. "Have you ever done it?"

Alyssa frowned and nodded. "A couple of times with John. Until he came in my mouth after promising that he wouldn’t!"

Jessie looked at her. "I take it you didn’t like it."

Alyssa shrugged. "It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It was that he did it after I specifically told him not to!" Her eyes flashed at Jessie. "So what happened?"

Jessie smiled, remembering Rick’s reaction as she sucked his hot seed from his cock. "I swallowed," she said quietly, watching her face. Alyssa’s eyes grew big.

"You didn’t!"

Jessie nodded. "Well, I tried to swallow, but there was so much I couldn’t get it all!"

"Wow!," Alyssa said, staring in utter amazement at Jessie. "I never would have imagined you doing that!"

Jessie blushed a little and lay her head back on her pillow. She put her hands behind her head and stared up at the roof of the tent again. "Then Rick licked my pussy until I came so hard I almost passed out!"

Alyssa stared silently at her, trying to imagine her gorgeous friend in the throes of a massive orgasm, and wished she could have been watching her instead of Stacy. The thought made her pussy get wet again and leak a little onto the sleeping bag. Without saying a word, she climbed out of her sleeping bag and crawled over to Jessie, her naked flesh looking pale in the dim light.

"I want to do that to you, too!," she whispered, and kissed Jessie full on the lips, probing at them with her tongue. Jessie returned the kiss and reached out to pull Alyssa closer. Alyssa broke off their kiss long enough to slip into Jessie’s sleeping bag. Their warm bodies pressed together, each enjoying the softness of the others’ warm skin.

"That’s better," Alyssa whispered before resuming their passionate kiss, her legs intertwined with Jessie’s. She reached down and ran a hand over Jessie’s thigh, then under her t-shirt and up to her breasts. She was pleasantly surprised that Jessie wasn’t wearing her panties or bar. She hadn’t bothered to put them back on when her and Rick got dressed. Alyssa caressed Jessie’s firm tits, teasing her nipples with her fingers. Jessie sighed, their mouths still locked in their hot kiss. Alyssa finally broke away and fixed Jessie with a half serious look.

"We’ve been friends a long time," she said, trying to keep her face serious. "And I feel it’s my duty to tell you."

Jessie looked at her, a puzzled expression on her face. "Tell me what?"

Alyssa grinned, unable to keep a straight face any longer. "You, my dear, have some serious penis breath!"

Jessie stared at her for a second before they both broke out laughing. After a moment, Jessie regained some composure and said, "Well, I believe I know a cure for it!" She flipped back the covers to reveal Alyssa’s naked body. Jessie pulled off her t-shirt and pushed Alyssa down on her back. She positioned herself on her hands and knees between Alyssa’s legs and pushed them apart, exposing her cleanly shaved pussy. She leaned over and kissed her, their nipples brushing together.

"One sure-fire cure for penis breath. . .," Jessie whispered seductively as she kissed her way across Alyssa’s huge tits. "Is to eat . . ." She kissed down over her flat stomach and stopped just short of her mons. ". . .some pussy!"

Before Alyssa could react, Jessie ducked her head and licked along the entire length of Alyssa’a hairless slit. Alyssa moaned and squirmed as Jessie continued to lick and suck on her wet pussy, pushing her tongue in as far as she could. She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Jessie moved up to her engorged clit, remembering what had sent her over the edge, and started lightly flicking her tongue across it. Alyssa’s body jerked and Jessie heard her scream louder into the pillow. She lifted the pillow from her tear-streaked face and gasped, "Oh, yes! Don’t stop!!", then pulled the pillow back as Jessie’s tongue teased and flicked across the little trigger. Once again borrowing from her experience with Rick, she locked her lips around Alyssa’s clit, sucked it between her teeth, and nibbled on it. Alyssa’s reaction was immediate. She began bucking her hips wildly and screamed even louder into the pillow. Jessie was sure that the guys cold hear her, but didn’t care. She continued sucking and teasing her erect clit until she felt Alyssa’s body stiffen, then began jerking uncontrollably as her orgasm gripped her and exploded within her .

Jessie felt a warm spray on her chin and released Alyssa’s clit to investigate. She licked Alyssa’s spasming cunt, and felt more of the warm, bitter-sweet fluid squirt into her mouth. The taste wasn’t bad so she lapped up as much as she could until Alyssa reached down and pulled her wet face from her over-stimulated twat.

"J. . . Jess!! Pl. . .Please!!," she pleaded in a shaky voice. Jessie crawled up Alyssa’s quivering body, pausing to suckle her fully engorged nipples along the way. Alyssa jerked when she did.

"Ahh! Ohhhhh!," she moaned. She gasped and pulled Jessie’s lips from her sensitive nipples to kiss her.

Alyssa was soaked in sweat, her hair stuck to her face. As their lips parted, Jessie asked, "How’s the penis breath?"

Alyssa forced a weak smile. "All gone!"

"Good," Jessie said, lying down next to her best friend and new lover. "So how’d I do? It was my first time, you know!" She nudged the panting girl lying next to her.

Alyssa turned to face her, her eyebrows raised. "If I didn’t know for a fact it was your first time, I’d call you a liar! That was. . . awesome, honey!" She hugged Jessie tight and whispered. "I’ve never cum like that before!"

Jessie grinned. "And you’re the second person to cum in my mouth tonight!"

Alyssa pulled back, looking at her. "Really? I thought I felt something but I wasn’t sure!"

"Mmmhmm," Jessie said, nodding. "You squirted me!" She giggled and kissed her. "It was delicious!"

Alyssa hugged her back, then pulled away. "Now it’s your turn!", she said with a devilish grin. Jessie smiled and shook her head.

"There’ll be time for that later. Remember, Rick just got me off a little while ago. I’m still a little sensitive." Alyssa looked disappointed, but agreed to wait. Jessie pulled her close and flipped the covers over their naked bodies. "Right now, I just want to go to sleep holding you. We’ll talk more tomorrow, ok?"

Alyssa snuggled contentedly against Jessie’s warm, soft body. "Ok," she whispered.

 

Chapter 10 

Stacy heard the chirping birds and slowly opened her eyes. Mike’s arm was still around her and she was resting her head on his bare chest. She smiled to herself, remembering their passionate love-making and enjoying the feeling of waking up naked in his arms.

Mike was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Stacy’s left arm was lying across his abdomen and she started gently caressing his body with it. Feeling playful, she slid her hand under the sleeping bag and began to fondle and caress his - to her surprise - nearly fully erect cock! Her touch didn’t wake him, but she could feel it getting harder as she stroked it.

She glanced up to his face, but saw no signs of his waking up. Carefully, she moved his arm from her body and slowly sat up. He pulled his arm to his chest, but continued sleeping soundly. She looked around the campsite in the gray light of dawn, but could see no signs of life. Crawling under the covers, she once again took his hard cock in her hand and stroked it a few times, causing Mike to moan softly in his sleep. She moved her face to the tip and cautiously opened her mouth. She hesitated for only a second, then slipped her mouth over the soft head, taking as much of the thick shaft into her tiny mouth as she cold. Mike jerked slightly as she began bobbing her head up and down on the long phallus, like the girls in the porn movie had done. Suddenly, the covers lifted and Mike peered down at her, his eyes still heavy with sleep. She pulled his cock from her mouth and smiled.

"‘Morning, baby!," she said cheerfully, then resumed her cock sucking.

"Good. . . ahhhh!!" Mike’s head fell back to the sleeping bag, fully enjoying his morning blow job! Even though he’d just woken up, her hot little mouth was having an immediate effect and he could already feel the familiar tingling in his balls.

"Stacy, baby!," he gasped. "I’m really close to cumming!"

She responded by picking up her tempo, swirling her soft tongue around the sensitive head as her hand stroked the lower part of the long shaft. He was reaching the point of no return.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!! I’m cumming!!," he cried. A second later, Stacy felt the head swell and a warm, salty liquid splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, then again and again as he kept pumping loads of his hot seed into her waiting mouth. Finally, the shots subsided and Stacy licked and sucked the remaining cum from his cock before crawling back up beside him, smacking her lips.

"Morning, lover," she said as she snuggled back into his warm embrace. He hugged her tight and lovingly kissed the top of her head.

"Wow!," he said, still breathing hard. "What made you want to do that?"

She turned her face to his and kissed him. "Not that I’m complaining!," he added with a grin.

Stacy smiled and shrugged. "I don’t know. I just had the urge to give you a blow job so I thought I’d do it right!"

He looked at her, concern in his eyes. "Baby, if you didn’t like it, don’t feel like you ever have to do it again, ok? I mean it."

Stacy hugged him. "But I did like it! It really turned me on! When you came, I almost did too!" She pursed her lips. "I’ll admit, swallowing wasn’t as much fun as the sucking, but I still liked doing it!"

He eyed her suspiciously. "You’re not just saying that?"

She shook her head. "Uh-uh". She rolled over on top of him, straddling his stomach. He reached down to finger her pussy.

"Ow!," she said, wincing a little. He pulled his hand away. "Sorry, honey. I’m a little tender down there!" She managed a smile. "You really broke me in good last night!" She slid off him and Mike sat up next to her.

"I’m sorry, sweetie," he said, pulling her small naked body to his. "I should have been more gentle."

Stacy pushed him away playfully, her eyes wide. "The hell you should have!," she cried, her expression one of amused shock. "I may be walking funny today, but watch out tonight, mister! I’ll be expecting an encore performance!"

Mike grinned at her, then noticed Rick’s head poking out of the tent. "Sssh! Get down!," he hissed, pulling her down to the sleeping bag. She followed his gaze and saw Rick, wearing only his boxers, stand and stretch, then walk over to the woods to take a leak. They watched him finish, then go back into the tent and zip the flap closed.

"We better get dressed before someone sees us," Mike said as he passed Stacy her bikini and shirt. He found her shorts under the sleeping bag and tossed them to her. He gathered his own clothes together and they both dressed quickly. Stacy looked over and saw him watching her as she put her bikini top on.

"What?," she asked, a grin on her face.

Mike grinned. "Nothing. I was just taking one last look before you covered them up!"

She pulled on her shirt and kissed him. "Relax, lover boy. I can pretty much guarantee that you’ll be seeing them again!"

They stood and gathered up the sleeping bag. "Why don’t we get together for a shower once it warms up a little?," Stacy suggested.

"You read my mind!," Mike exclaimed.

She stood on her toes and quickly kissed him. "I’ll see you later, then!" She turned, ran over to her tent, waved to him, and ducked inside.

"Mike, old boy, I think you’ve really fallen into something this time!," he said out loud. He gathered up the sleeping bag and made his way over to his tent, dropped the cum-stained sleeping bag next to it, and crawled inside.

Chapter 11

Stacy unzipped the flap of the tent and started to crawl inside, only to be stopped short at the sight of Jessie and Alyssa wrapped in each others’ arms, naked at least from the waist up. Jessie stirred at the sound of the zipper and opened her eyes to see Stacy’s astonished face. She glanced down at Alyssa’s sleeping form, her lead lying on Jessie’s left breast, then back up to Stacy.

"Uh. . .morning, Stace," she said nervously. Stacy only stared in stunned disbelief.

"Come in and close the fly!," Jessie whispered, pulling the sleeping bag so that she was partly covered. Stacy only hesitated a second, then quickly crawled in and zipped up the fly. Her movements awoke Alyssa, who raised her head sleepily and smiled at Stacy.

"Good morning, Stacy," she said, stifling a yawn. "Did you have fun last night?" Now it was Stacy’s turn to blush, but she quickly recovered. It was obvious what they’d done. Besides the sleeping arrangements, the tent was strong with the distinct odor of sex.

"Looks like you two had some fun of your own!," she replied.

Alyssa looked at Jessie, who was clearly uncomfortable. "I think we’re busted, babe." She gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then turned to Stacy. "I never pictured you as a screamer!" Stacy’s face turned bright red. Jessie relaxed a little. Alyssa was always good at turning things around. Stacy managed a shy smile.

"You. . .you heard us?"

Alyssa laughed. "Hard not to! You should have used a pillow, or gone further away!" She jerked her thumb at Jessie. "Like Jessie and Rick did!"

Stacy looked at Jessie, a smile forming on her face. "You guys did it, too?"

Jessie grinned. "Not exactly. But now we know for sure that you did!"

Stacy frowned, then grinned. "Aw, hell! I couldn’t wait to tell you guys anyway!" Her expression changed to one of bewilderment. "But if you and Rick made out, how come you’re. . ." She gestured at their nude bodies. They both shrugged. Jessie spoke up.

"I hope you don’t think it’s too weird, Stacy. I don’t want to lose you as a friend."

"Me neither," Alyssa piped up. "Are you ok with this?"

Stacy looked at them for a long moment, then smiled. "I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised." Jessie and Alyssa exchanged looks. "I. . .I saw you kissing. . . at Jessie’s yesterday."

"Oh!," Jessie exclaimed, her hand going to her mouth.

"But it’s ok! I mean, I’m ok with it. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t mean to spy. I just didn’t know how to bring it up!"

Alyssa touched her arm. "It’s ok, Stace. We understand." Jessie nodded in agreement.

Stacy pulled off her t-shirt and lay back on her sleeping bag. The sun was coming up and it was getting warmer in the tent so she didn’t get under the covers. "Actually," she began, staring up at the roof of the tent. "Mike put his finger inside me and I licked it off!" She turned and looked at them. "I kinda liked it and we. . .talked about. . .you know, . . .me and him and. . . another girl."

Jessie and Alyssa looked at each other, then back to Stacy, their eyebrows raised.

"Really?," Alyssa said, moving over next to the petite blonde. Her eyes drifted down to her perky tits under her bikini top. Stacy looked at her and nodded.

"Do you know of anyone who might be interested?"

Alyssa grinned and turned to Jessie. "You’ve got Rick to look after, so. . ." She turned back to Stacy. "I guess it’s up to me! Yay!" She leaned over and lightly brushed her lips over Stacy’s. Stacy pulled her closer and returned the kiss, her tongue probing at Alyssa’s. Alyssa quickly pulled back, a shocked expression on her face, which quickly became a wide grin.

"You, too?!"

"What?," Stacy asked, puzzled.

Alyssa turned to Jessie. "She’s got a worse case of penis breath than you did!" She tried to look pensive. "I’d say fairly fresh. . .probably this morning!" She looked at Stacy, who turned bright red. Jessie stifled a giggle. "You gave him a blow job?," Alyssa asked, her eyes twinkling.

Stacy lowered her head and nodded.

"And . . . ," Alyssa urged.

Stacy looked up at her. "And. . .what?"

"Spit or swallow? I know he came in your mouth!" Stacy blushed even redder, but said nothing. Jessie spoke up.

"It’s ok, Stace. I swallowed. Some of it, anyway." Stacy looked up at her.

"You did?"

Jessie nodded. "It wasn’t too bad! And I plan on doing it again!"

Stacy grinned. "Me, too! It was a real turn-on!"

Alyssa rolled her eyes and gestured toward Stacy. "I believe we have a nympho on our hands, here!"

Stacy giggled. "A bi-curious nympho, it would seem!" She lowered her voice seductively. "I hear they can be a lot of fun!"

They all giggled and Alyssa turned to Jessie. "If you and Rick join in, we could have us a full-blown orgy!"

Jessie bit her lower lip thoughtfully. "I. . .don’t know," she said slowly.

"Why not?", Stacy asked. "You don’t have to be shy! We’re all friends!"

"About to become very close friends!," Alyssa added with a giggle.

Jessie picked up her shirt and pulled it on before answering.. "Because I’m still a virgin," she said quietly. "And I told Rick I wasn’t quite ready for sex yet." She looked up at them. "But I think maybe I was just scared."

Stacy put her hand on Jessie’s shoulder. "It’s ok, Jess. No one’s forcing you."

"I know," she replied. "And it sounds exciting. But I really like Rick and I want my first time to be just me and him."

Alyssa grinned. "So you are going to fuck him, then?"

Jessie gave her a playful shove. "You have a real delicate way of putting it. But, yeah. He’s the one."

Stacy grinned. "Then get him this morning and we can all get together later tonight!" She winced as she thought about how tender her own pussy was. "Believe me, if it’s as good as it was with Mike, you’re gonna need some recovery time!"

Jessie’s eyes widened. "Did it hurt a lot?"

Stacy shrugged. "Not a lot. It did hurt a little at first. But after a while. . . wow! Fireworks!"

Jessie nibbled on her lower lip. "Well, I’ll see how things go today. But no promises, ok?"

Alyssa and Stacy nodded, then Alyssa turned to Stacy. "No problem. First, we get her laid, then we all have a go at her!"

They began giggling uncontrollably. Jessie threw a pillow at them, then joined in on the laughter.

 

Chapter 12

Mike crawled into his sleeping bag without undressing. The one he and Stacy had used was a spare he brought along in case it turned cold at night. He had just closed his eyes when Rick spoke up.

"Well it’s about time you got home! Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Mike had one forearm resting across his eyes to keep the light out. He reached out and smacked Rick with the other one. "Fuck off. I need some sleep."

"I see." A pause. "So, did you get some last night?"

Mike lifted the arm from his eyes and looked over at Rick. "Did you?"

Rick’s grin faded. "Fair enough. Sorry I asked."

He replaced the arm over his eyes. "It’s ok. It’s just that I really like Stacy. I don’t want to screw it up."

"No problem, man. I didn’t realize it was that serious." He lay back and stared upward. "I guess I feel the same way about Jessie. I hope she feels the same way after we get home."

Mike rolled over, his back to Rick. "She’s not like that. She’ll want to keep seeing you. . .unless you do something stupid."

"Cool," Rick said, sitting up. "I think I’ll go take a shower."

"It’s gonna be cold this early," Mike warned, still trying to sleep. "It takes a while for the sun to warm the water."

"That’s ok. It’ll wake me up." He grabbed his towel and shower kit, then crawled outside. The sun was already up and felt warm on his face. He wandered down the path to the waterfall, ignoring the chattering chipmunks as they scolded him on his way by.

 

Chapter 13 

The girls finally stopped laughing and Jessie grabbed a towel and a small duffle bag. "I think I’ll go and take a nice cool shower," she said. She cast a wary glance at her two friends. Alyssa was still naked. "You two behave until I get back!" She started for the door, then added, "Or at least hang a sock or a bra from the tent pole if you can’t!" Alyssa playfully slapped her on the ass as she crawled out. "Ooooo!," she exclaimed, wiggling her panty clad ass in her face.

She looked around and didn’t see any signs of life from Rick and Mike’s tent. Slinging the small duffle over her shoulder, she made her way down the path toward the waterfall, her thoughts on Rick and her conversation with Alyssa and Stacy. Who would have imagined that so much could happen in one weekend!

As she rounded the turn in the path at the bottom of the hill, she saw Rick, completely naked, stepping cautiously across the stones to the waterfall. He stopped under the falling water and began lathering up, totally unaware of her presence.

Jessie slipped quietly down to the rock where Rick had left his clothing and removed her t-shirt and panties. She placed them on the rock next to his and quickly made her way across the familiar rocks to the waterfall and stopped in front of him. He had his eyes closed as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and didn’t realize he had company. He opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see the pretty blonde standing naked before him, the morning sun making her hair shine. She smiled and walked into his open arms.

"Good morning!," she said cheerfully, leaning up to kiss him.

"Hey, you!," he replied. "This is a nice surprise!" His eyes took in her perfect body. She grinned and passed him a washcloth.

"Could you get my back, please?" She turned around and held her long hair aside so he could wash her back, then moved down to her tight, heart-shaped ass. His other hand went around her waist and he pulled her closer, dropping all pretense of washing her. His hands went to her full breasts and gently squeezed them, rubbing his fingers over her hard nipples. Jessie sighed in pleasure at his welcome touch.

She could feel his nearly fully erect cock rubbing against her thigh. Feeling turned on by his closeness and the way he was fondling her sensitive nipples, she reached around and grasped it, stroking it slowly. Then, spreading her legs slightly, she positioned the rock hard cock between her thighs, the pushed her body even tighter to his, letting the hard shaft rub along her aroused slit. She moaned as it slid back and forth through her swollen lips, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Rick began moving with her, sliding his cock faster along her wet lips. This brought even more moans and sighs from Jessie. He started squeezing and twisting on her erect nipples, being careful to bring her the most pleasure possible without hurting her. They kept up this erotic dry-humping for several minutes, letting the cool water splash over their naked bodies.

Jessie was getting so turned on, she couldn’t wait any longer. She turned and kissed him, an impish grin on her face. She silently took his hand and led him back across the slippery rocks to where they’d left their clothes. As they toweled off, Jessie looked back up towards the camp, making sure they were still alone. No one was in sight. She pulled her t-shirt over her naked flesh and stuffed her panties into her duffle bag. Rick pulled on his shorts, his still hard cock leaving a noticeable bulge in them. He looked longingly at Jessie, her stiff nipples leaving little bumps in her shirt, which was just barely long enough to cover her pussy. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, but she said nothing, not wanting to break the spell of the moment by speaking. Rick must have sensed it, too, because he didn’t try to speak, either. She went to him and put her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. As she stood on her toes to reach him, her shirt rose up to reveal her bare ass. He placed his arms around her waist and pulled her close, returning the kiss passionately.

She pulled back and looked up into his soft eyes. "I want you," she whispered.. "Now." She spoke softly, but in a way that told him she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Rick looked at her curiously. "I thought you said you wanted to wait?" He cocked his head and raised on eyebrow suspiciously. "I hope you aren’t saying this because you think I want to. . . "

She put a finger to his lips, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "I have waited!", she replied, glancing at her watch. "Almost six hours!"

He gave her a questioning look. "Are you sure? Because I’m willing to wait as long as you want to." Jessie tied the towel around her waist and picked up her duffle bag.

"Come on. I want to show you something." Taking his hand, they started up the hill toward the camp, then veered off next to a boulder onto a faint trail leading into the woods. The trail led uphill and seemed to go up next to the pool of water above the waterfall. It did, but Jessie led him past the shallow pool before stopping and holding aside some bushes for him to pass through.

"In here," she said and he stepped into the shrubbery. He ducked under a thick pine bough a few yards from the path and emerged into a small clearing with a soft pine needle floor. There were several large pines around the perimeter along with a few boulders and thick foliage. The stream that fed the waterfall could be heard very close by, but Rick could see nothing through the trees and bushes.

"It’s like a little room!," he exclaimed, looking around in wonderment.

"Mmmhmm . . . and very private!," Jessie said seductively. "Not even Alyssa or Stacy know about it." She sexily untied her towel and allowed it to drop to the pine needle floor. Rick watched, mesmerized by her beauty, as she pulled off her t-shirt, once again revealing her sexy body to him. Her long hair, still damp from their shower, hung loosely over her shoulders and curled around her perky tits.

"You’re a little over-dressed," she whispered in a sultry voice. She went to him and grasped the waistband of his shorts with both hands. Dropping to her knees on her dropped towel, she pulled his shorts down and off. His erect cock sprang up in front of her face.

"Hi!," she whispered softly to his cock before taking it lovingly into her warm mouth. Rick sucked in a deep breath and rested his hands on her head as she bobbed it back and forth on his stiff member. He moaned quietly, his head back and eyes closed. She continued sliding his long cock in and out of her hot little mouth, slurping noisily as she took in as much of it as she could. She kept this up for a few minutes, occasionally licking and sucking on his balls, until Rick gently pulled her to her feet.

"Any more of that and this will be over way too soon!," he exclaimed with a smile. They kissed passionately for a few moments, savoring the feel of the others’ lips and tongue. Then he broke off their kiss and grinned at her. "Ok. Your turn!"

They spread out both of their towels on the soft floor of the clearing and Rick motioned for her to lie down. She lay on her back, her firm breasts flattening only slightly as she did. She kept her knees bent up and together, teasing him. He knelt at her feet and gently pushed her knees wide apart. The scent of her pussy filled his senses and he began to kiss up her legs, moving slowly along each inner thigh, then softly kissing the little mound above her bare pussy.

Jessie sighed and approvingly spread her legs wider, revealing the soft pink flesh hidden under the folds of her swollen labia. He once again inhaled the musky-sweet aroma of her aroused pussy and bent closer. He slowly licked all along the length of her moist slit, then teased her little clit with his tongue. Jessie moaned loudly and grasped his head, holding his mouth to her excited cunt. Rick did it again and again, each time pushing his tongue a little deeper inside her sweet pussy. He licked and sucked until he felt her body stiffen and quiver, her moans becoming urgent cries of pleasure.

"Oh, yes!! Yes!!," she cried. "Right there!! Don’t stop!! Oh!! Ohhhh. . . !!" Her cries diminished into a silent scream as she came, her body stiffening, then jerking wildly as she climaxed and released again and again. This time, Rick was prepared for her reaction and was able to keep his lips locked around her clit until she begged him to please stop. He released her spasming pussy and crawled up beside her. Her body was wet with perspiration and her chest, neck and face were red with exertion.

"Did you say something?," he asked, a playful smile on his face.

"H. . .Holy shit!," she stammered, slowly opening her glassy eyes. "You’re gonna kill me with that tongue of yours! I thought I was gonna pass out!"

"Sorry, sweetie, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself!," he replied, kissing her tit.

"Believe me! I was!," she said, stroking his well-sculpted chest. "But I can only handle so much!"

"Sorry," he repeated with a smile, then kissed her. He pulled back and looked into her enchanting green eyes ans she licked her lips, tasting herself.

"Damn! That is so sexy!," he exclaimed.

"What? That I like the taste of pussy?"

He grinned and nodded. Jessie shrugged and pulled him over to kiss him again. "I’m ready," she whispered into his ear as she hugged him, then lay back and looked into his eyes. "Please be gentle," she added, a pleading look in her eyes.

Rick gave her a worried look. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes. I guess I’m just a little nervous." She smiled and reached up to pull him down so she could kiss him again. He returned her smile warmly and she felt some of her apprehension melt away.

"I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can," he said as he kissed her. "And if you change your mind at any time, just say the word and I’ll stop."

She shook her head. "I won’t. I want to make love to you. . .right now!"

He kissed her again, hungrily, then moved down to her firm round breasts. She sighed and held his head to her tits as he teased one, then the other. He spent a few moments there, then positioned his stiff cock over her swollen pussy. Her lips glistened with her juices. She was as ready as she would ever be. Pushing slowly through her engorged labia, her moved the tip of his cock to her tiny opening and pushed gently. Despite all the lubrication, her vagina resisted his advances so he began working it around a bit, trying to squeeze his thick head into her small hole.

 "Try to relax," he said soothingly, looking into her frightened eyes. "It’ll be easier for you. Just let it happen."

She took a deep breath and tried to relax her tense body, telling herself that Rick would be gentle and there was nothing to fear. At that moment, he leaned down and kissed her passionately, his tongue driving deep into her mouth. Startled, Jessie returned the loving kiss. Rick, hoping to distract her, continued pushing at her tight vagina. He felt her expand and his cock slid in so that the head was inside her. Jessie gasped into his mouth and broke off the passionate kiss. The sensation was odd, but it didn’t really hurt. She looked at Rick, who was smiling at her.

"Are you ok?"

She returned his smile. "Uh-huh. Feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt."

"Want to keep going?," he asked. She nodded. He pushed again and she grimaced as the thick shaft slid further inside her, spreading her soft vaginal walls. She felt a twinge of pain when the head pushed against her hymen, but didn’t cry out. Rick felt the added resistance and paused. He looked into her eyes and could see the pain in them.

"Want me to stop?," he asked again, his eyes locked on hers.

She shook her head, her lips clenched. "No," she said. "Keep going!" He nodded then pulled back a little before pushing through her barrier in one swift motion. A small cry escaped her lips and he paused again, but she put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in further.

"Don’t stop! Fuck me, Rick!," she gasped. He pushed all the way into her virgin pussy, completely burying his big cock inside the tight pussy.

He looked into her eyes. "That’s all I’ve got, baby. You took it all!"

She smiled up at him. "It feels so good! I feel so close to you right now!" They kissed deeply and passionately. Rick could feel her warm, soft vagina walls squeezing his hard cock in a vise-like grip and he really had to concentrate to keep from blowing his load right then and there! He pulled back from their kiss and gazed into her eyes.

"Ready to keep going?"

She nodded slightly. "Uh-huh. Just go easy at first, ok?"

He smiled. "I’ll let you set the pace."

Slowly, he withdrew until just the tip remained inside her, then pushed all the way back in. Jessie grimaced as his cock once more filled her vaginal cavity; the pain from her torn cherry still fresh. He could tell from her expression that she was in more pain than she was letting on. He paused, not wanting to hurt her, but she urged him on.

After a few minutes of long, slow fucking she began to move her hips a little, thrusting upward as he pushed into her warm, wet pussy. Her face had relaxed as well and it was apparent that the pain was being replaced by feelings of pleasure.

"Feeling . . . better?," he panted, still fighting to keep control.

"Uh-huh!," she gasped. Her eyes were closed and she had a slight smile on her face. "Starting . . . to feel . . . real good!"

The feel of his hard cock rubbing on her tender vagina walls and teasing her clit was creating the tingling sensation she recognized as the preamble to another orgasm, only much more intense than when he went down on her. She increased the speed of her movements and Rick began moving faster as well, keeping pace with her.

"Yes!," she moaned. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Oh, yeah!"

Her words inspired him to increase the tempo and soon their bodies were slapping together, both lost in their intense love-making. She began thrusting harder, her ass leaving the towel as her orgasm built. She started moaning and crying out so loudly that her cries drowned out the sounds of their bodies slapping together and the squishing noises of their mixed fluids as Rick’s cock pistoned in and out of her sopping pussy.

"Oh, god! I’m cumming!!," she cried. She thrust her hips upward forcefully and dug her nails into Rick’s back.

"Me, too!!," Rick cried, still hammering away at her tortured pussy. His balls ached. He felt like he was about to explode!

"Cum with me!!," Jessie groaned and locked her legs around him, pulling his cock all the way in and holding him there. Her pulsating pussy was squeezing his cock in a way he’d never experienced before and a second later he unleashed a flood of hot semen deep into her womb. Jessie felt his seed splash against her pussy walls and came hard a split second later. Her back arched and her body went stiff. She groaned loudly, then came over and over while Rick pumped his cum deep inside her. She opened her eyes, saw the intense, almost painful look on Rick’s face as he came and knew he was also experiencing an intense orgasm. That seemed to intensify her own orgasm, like she could sense his pleasure and feel it herself.

They finally collapsed into each others’ arms, completely spent. As they lay there holding each other and panting for breath, Rick’s cock slowly deflated and their combined juices started to flow from Jessie’s newly deflowered pussy. She stroked his hair, damp with sweat, and kissed his neck as he lay on top of her. He was heavy, but she didn’t care. It felt so good just holding and being held by him as she came down from her orgasm.

As if reading her thoughts, he lifted his head and kissed her. "I must be getting a little heavy laying on top of you." He started to get up, but she held him in place.

"Not yet. I love the feel of your cock inside me!," she said softly.

"Well then, let’s try this." He rolled over and pulled her on top of him, keeping his semi-hard cock inside her slippery pussy. As she straddled him, she felt his semen and her cum running from her pussy down over his pelvis and balls.

She giggled. "I think I’m leaking!" He pulled her down to him and they kissed, holding each other tight. A few minutes later, his flaccid penis slipped from her pussy, releasing another flood of the combined fluids. They lay there together for another few minutes, not speaking; just holding each other and savoring their moment of total intimacy.

Finally, Rick said softly, "We’d better be getting back. They’re gonna wonder where we are." Reluctantly, Jessie sat up and climbed off of him. They dressed, gathered up their towels, and walked hand in hand back down the path.

 

Chapter 14 

After Jessie left for her shower, Stacy and Alyssa fell back asleep. About an hour later, Stacy awoke to find Alyssa, still naked, staring at her and smiling. "Hi," she said softly as Stacy returned her smile.

"Good morning . . .again!," Stacy replied, eyeing Alyssa’s breathtaking body. She stretched and sat up. "Jessie’s not back yet?"

Alyssa shook her head. "Not yet." She grinned and added, "Maybe she took your advice and jumped Rick!" They both laughed.

They heard Mike call out. "Hey! Come on, you guys! I’m all alone out here!" Alyssa winked at Stacy, a twinkle in her dark eyes.

"I just wonder where Rick could be?" Stacy giggled again, then opened her mouth to answer Mike. Alyssa put a finger to her lips. "Shhh.," she whispered.

They heard the sounds of Mike opening and closing coolers, then the clang of pots and pans. "Time to get up! I’m starving and I’m starting breakfast!" Stacy again started to reply, but this time Alyssa silenced her with a quick kiss.

"Why’d you do that?," she asked, a puzzled look on her face. "Not that I mind!" Alyssa grinned mischievously.

"Remember what we were talking about earlier? You, me, and Mike getting together?"

Stacy nodded. "Yeah. . ."

"Well, if we can get him to look in and see us making out, maybe he’ll join us!"

Stacy grinned, then her smile faded. "But I really need to get cleaned up first," she said with a note of regret. She gently touched her recently ravaged pussy and winced. "And I’m still quite sore. Why don’t we do something later?" Seeing the look of disappointment on her beautiful friend’s face, she added, "Maybe by then Jessie and Rick could join in, too!" Alyssa seemed to brighten a little and nodded her head slowly in agreement.

"You’re right. Ok. I’m just so damn horny for some dick! You two got me all wound up telling about your night!"

"Breakfast in a half hour!," Mike called. Fortunately, he was far enough away that he couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could hear their voices and knew they were awake.

"Coming!," Stacy yelled back. She kissed Alyssa quickly on the lips and crawled to the door. "I’m gonna have a quick shower before breakfast." She turned and looked at Alyssa, her face serious. "See that you behave. I plan on keeping him for a while!" She winked at her.

Alyssa pouted and stuck out her tongue at her. Stacy chuckled quietly and unzipped the tent. She knew Alyssa would never make a move on a guy she was interested in. She just enjoyed teasing her. As she crawled out into the bright sunshine, Alyssa pretended to follow through the open flap.

"‘Lyssa!," Stacy hissed, pushing her back into the tent with a grin. She glanced over to see if Mike was looking their way. He was looking the other way, frying bacon on the stove. "Put some clothes on, you slut!"

Alyssa grinned. "Hey now, don’t get nasty!" Stacy rolled her eyes and stood up. She walked over to where Mike was cooking, glancing quickly back at the tent. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Alyssa had closed the flap. She didn’t think Alyssa would come outside naked, but one never knew with her. She was the biggest flirt Stacy had ever known. She walked over to Mike and kissed him.

"Hi there," she said softly. He turned around, a smile lighting up his face.

"Good morning, darlin’!" He planted a kiss on her lips. "Sleep ok?"

"Sure. Would have been better if you were there, though," she replied, winking and stifling a yawn as she took a seat at the picnic table. The smell of the bacon frying started her stomach rumbling. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was!

"How do you like your eggs?"

"Over easy," she replied. "But hold on for a bit. I want to take a shower before I eat."

"You’re gonna have to wait until Rick gets back." He looked at his watch. "Actually, he went down there over an hour and a half ago."

Stacy raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really?" She smiled knowingly.

Mike looked at her, puzzled by her reaction. "Yeah. He should have been back a while ago. Why do you find it so interesting?"

Stacy grinned. "Jessie went to take a shower, too. About an hour and a half ago."

Mike grinned. "Ahhh. That explains Rick’s long . . .uh . . .shower!" They both chuckled. Stacy looked down the path.

"I’m going to go check. I’ll make lots of noise on the way down and take my time." She waved and walked off, whistling loudly.

She approached the top of the hill and looked down. Seeing no one, she started down the hill. "Jess? Are you here?," she called out. No reply. She walked a few more yards. Now she was close enough to clearly hear the waterfall. She called out again. Still no answer. She rounded the turn and looked over at the waterfall. No one was there and there were no clothes or towels lying around.

She decided to take her shower anyway. Taking another look around and seeing no one, she removed her shorts and bikini top. She took ne more look, then removed the rest of her bikini, and crossed the rocks to the waterfall, letting the cool water splash over her compact, sexy body. She finished showering and made her way back to the rock she’d left her clothes on and dried herself off. She put on her shorts without her cum-stained bikini bottoms, put the top part on, and gathered up her things. She heard voices and looked up to see Rick and Jessie coming out of the woods a little way up the path, holding hands. They didn’t see her and started walking back toward the campsite.

"Hey!," Stacy called out, walking toward them. They stopped and turned, startled at the sound of her voice. "Uh, the shower’s over here!," she said with a wry smile. Rick looked down, grinning sheepishly, while Jessie’s face flushed red.

"Oh, hi, Stace!," she said, smiling nervously.

"Actually," Rick said to Jessie. "I could use another one." He kissed Jessie quickly and walked past Stacy toward the waterfall, pulling his shirt off as he walked. Stacy and Jessie started up the hill.

Stacy looked over at Jessie and said, "Did you hurt your ankle?"

Jessie looked at her, a puzzled look on her face. "No, why?"

Stacy grinned and nodded toward her legs. "Because you’re walking funny!" Jessie looked shocked for a second or two, then giggled.

"I never imagined it would be like that! My body’s still tingling!"

Stacy giggled. "I told you it was worth a little pain!"

They wandered back to camp, Jessie telling her about their love-making. Mike was still cooking and, to Stacy’s relief, a fully clothed Alyssa sat at the picnic table. Alyssa looked up as they approached.

"Hey! You found one of them! Where’s Rick?"

"Taking a shower," Jessie replied. "He’ll be along in a few minutes."

Mike looked at her, an amused look on his face. "Damn, either that boy’s real slow or very clean! He left two hours ago to do that!" Jessie’s face reddened and a warning glance from Stacy silenced any more of his comments. Alyssa finished setting the table and sat down next to Jessie, her eyes sparkling.

"Well . . .?," she asked quietly.

Jessie grinned and nodded. Alyssa squealed and hugged her. "Tell me all about it later, ok?" Jessie nodded. Rick arrived a few minutes later just as Mike was dishing out the food.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. It seemed the previous nights’ activities had created some healthy appetites. Finally, Mike said, "So what’s everyone planning to do today?"

"I was thinking of a cool drink and some hot sun!," Alyssa replied

"Me, too," Stacy said.

"Why don’t we try the lake, Rick? We could have fresh trout for supper."

Rick looked at Jessie. "What about you, Jess? Any plans?"

"I think I’ll join ‘Lyssa and Stacy on the beach. You guys go fishing if you want to," she replied.

"Well, let’s get started," Mike said, standing up and taking his dished to the wash basin. "The sooner we get the dishes done, the sooner we can hit the water!" They all pitched in and cleaned up. Rick and Mike got their gear ready while the girls changed into their bikinis. Alyssa didn’t plan to keep hers on for long. And she was hoping Jessie and Stacy wouldn’t, either.

. . . continued