A LESSON FOR BETTY
By Phyllis Baxter


Foreword

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries,
and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual
considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself.
The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will
be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well-written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an
unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual
desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would
logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a
revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers
through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of
saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not
even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself
for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those
who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to
consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately
will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and
previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that,
in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times
discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it
isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of
pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no
further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now
suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how
contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The sleek sports car slid slowly to a stop alongside the curb and Betty Miller had to
make a fast decision. Should she simply fly straight out of the car and into her
apartment or should she once again apologize to her fiance, like she had on so many
Saturday nights before?
"I... I... good night, Sam," the curvaceous young girl stammered nervously, hoping he
wouldn't make a scene.
"Wait just a minute," Sam Peterson snarled. "You aren't going to get away that fast this
time. I'm sick and tired of this kind of stuff." And without warning he reached over his
auburn-haired fiance and slammed down the door button.
"But Sam... please... I have a headache."
"Yeah, I know that headache and I don't believe you. It's the same excuse you've used
before and this is one time too many." His eyes were piercing directly into hers as he
cursed her silently for the absurd way she was treating him.
"Sam... please, let's not argue again. I've told you: I just can't... can't go all the way with
you before we're married," she stammered in hopeless confusion. Tears began to well in
her eyes and she turned her face away from his.
Sam fumed silently. She has to be lying, he thought. One big fat lie. No twenty-eight
year-old girl in the world could believe in virginity the way she claimed to, not in this
day and age. Especially a girl who looked and dressed as provocatively as she did, in
low cut clothes that allowed ample view of those full, mature breasts and that outlined
those flaring hips and trim, slender waist. She never took pains to hide her
voluptuousness. Hell, look at that low cut cocktail dress she had on tonight! Look at
those lushly ripened mounds straining to burst out! And every time she mounted stairs
or bent over just a little, he could see her tiny silk bikini panties nestling up between
her legs. Here he wanted to marry her, and the sooner the better. But all she gave him
was one big cock-tease.
And she knew how to tease. She knew how to turn him on with all her sensuousness
until his cock was ready to break out of his pants like a jack-in-the box. Yet every time
he tried to get in between those velvety thighs of hers, every time his fingers reached
those flimsy little panties... BOOM! She panicked, froze, went a little crazy.
It seemed a lot like she was afraid of something. But what? Afraid she might go too far?
But why? Why should Betty be afraid to give him what every other girl would willingly
give her future husband? Well, tonight he was going to find out, damn her. He wasn't
going to leave her alone until she told him the truth.
But he knew he couldn't scare her into the truth. So he tried to calm himself, lighting a
cigarette as he began. "Okay, Betty. I'll let you go. I won't force you to do anything you
don't want to do. But before you go, tell me one thing: the reason. Because if you think
I'm going to marry somebody who is frigid..."
"Oh, Sam, how could you think that? I'm not frigid. I'm not!" she said, horrified.
"Well, what am I supposed to think? What other reason could there be?"
He could see the trapped look in her eye. Her hands played nervously with the straps of
her pocketbook, her eyes darted back and forth and she seemed to be groping for
words.
Well, he could afford to give her plenty of time to think, plenty of time to find the right
words to explain this fetish... this thing... whatever it was. Her eyes continued to dart
back and forth, as if she were watching some long-buried scene being acted out in her
mind.
Her backyard... yes, it was her backyard with the red and yellow swings... and the big
old oak tree... and the flower bushes... the images cascaded through her mind in a dim
haze... how old was she? Seven, yes she was seven. Seven years old, and the new girl in
town.
"Hey, Betty, wanna learn how to play doctor?" That was Bobby, wasn't it? Yes, Bobby.
"Doctor?"
"Yeah, Doctor. You never played it before?" little Joe chimed in.
"Come on, Betty. It's easy. And lots of fun..." She followed them like a dog with its tail
between its legs to the clump of bushes at the far end of the yard.
"Come on, we'll show you," Bobby volunteered. "Come on, lay down right here. " She
obeyed, pleased that they wanted to include her in their game. Soon a couple of other
boys came by, crowding around her in a circle as she lay on the cool green grass. Bobby
bent down over her little body, pressing a stethoscope to her chest, one that he had
gotten from his father's office.
"Well, looks bad. Guess we'll have to operate," Bobby said. "You gotta take your shirt
off. Yeah, that's part of the game."
"Take my shirt off? No, I won't do that!"
"Why not? All the other girls do! Sandy does, and Cindy does, too. Honest, they do!"
"Well... I don't know... I don't think I like this game."
"Aw, she's a sissy. Come on, guys."
"It's fun... come on, Betty... you get to do it to us later. " She could feel her shirt
coming undone, pried open by their chubby little fingers. The cold stethoscope pressed
against the tiny bumps of her chest and she shivered... the shorts came off next... then
the little panties slipped down over her ankles, pulled by several pairs of hands.
"Hey, look you guys... look at that... she did have an operation!" By now they were all
on their knees, leaning over her, laughing, pointing to her, pushing the cold
stethoscope against her tiny pubescent vagina... laughing... laughing... laughing!
Laughing at her! And she was naked, helpless, with strange tingling sensations coursing
through her young body. Then the fear.
"Stop it! Stop it, I tell you!" The tears cascaded down her face and she screamed wildly
as she reached for her discarded panties and slipped them on to cover her nakedness.
She had revealed everything to them... and they had laughed at her... laughed and
cackled cruelly as only little boys can.
She screamed again. She cried hysterically. And they thought that was funny, too. At
first. Then, they realized what they had done. Silence. The boys slowly began to walk
away, backwards, staring at the hysterical seven-year-old, walking, stumbling out from
behind the bushes.
"Hey, shut up, Betty. Somebody's gonna hear!" Bobby poised his finger to his lips,
whispered "Shhhhh", backing away all the while. Soon the boys were running and
gone. Leaving a crying seven-year-old all alone with her misery and shame.
But now she was twenty-eight-years-old, and engaged to be married. How could she
ever find the words, the courage, to explain to Sam her mortification, her acute
embarrassment about what had happened to her so long ago? How could she describe
the horrible mark it had left upon her? There was no way she could tell him about what
it had done to her... to tell him about the foreign feelings of lust that surged through
her luscious body every time she saw young boys laughing and playing... in the streets...
at the playgrounds... at schools. The times as recent as a week ago when she had done
forbidden and erotic things... driven miles out of town on weekends, and actually
exposed her panties to teenaged boys, teasing and tantalizing them with something they
could not have, paying them back for what other cruel young boys had done to that
defenseless little seven-year-old girl.
"Sam... I... I'm sorry. I just can't tell you. It's too horrible. I'm so afraid you wouldn't
understand, especially when I hardly understand myself." She burst into uncontrollable
tears then, hiding her face in her hands. For all he knew, she was just his innocent,
untouched young fiance. How could she destroy his image of her without hurting him?
But Sam understood that she wasn't going to explain and he grew angry. He stubbed
his cigarette out in the ashtray and glared at her.
"Fine. But in that case, don't expect me to take any more of your excuses."
"Oh, Sam! Please! Please, don't do anything to me!" she begged as he began to slide
over towards her, grasping her naked shoulders and pulling her tight against him. With
a sudden determination, he clamped his lips down on hers, his tongue slipping in to the
velvety depths of her warm mouth.
Crazily pulsating heartbeats pounded inside Betty's chest as her voluptuous breasts
tremored against his chest. If she could only convince him somehow that she truly
loved him, without having to debase herself by stripping totally naked, without her
panties, to fuck him. But never... Men thrived on the nakedness and helplessness of the
women before them!
"Oh, Sam, please don't. Please!" She could hardly speak above a whisper as she tried
desperately to slow him down before he got near her panties. How could she make him
understand that she wasn't at all afraid of sex, only of being without her protective
panties!
Paying no heed to her pleading whispers, Sam slid his hand stealthily into the dark
material of her cocktail dress to fondle her warmly quivering breast, cupping the soft
firm flesh as she struggled against him. He kneaded and squeezed the breast until he
felt her melt into response and her tongue began to work inside his mouth.
He knew now, beyond doubt, that she couldn't be frigid. He had really known it all
along, in a remote way. He could feel that she wanted it, wanted it just as badly as he
did. Nobody who was frigid could work her tongue hotly against the roof of his mouth
the way she was doing.
With deliberate caution he slowly wedged his free hand between the car seat and the
smoothly rounded contours of her fleshy buttocks, all the time fondling her breast and
flicking his tongue deep inside her warm and willing mouth. She squirmed until he
could feel the narrow crevice of her buttocks beneath her alluring dress.
"OH! Sam!" she murmured hotly into his mouth, twisting her maturely rounded body
against his.
"Baby, you love it! Admit it – you love it just as much as I do! Maybe more!" he
groaned.
"Oh yes! Yesssss, God, yesssss! But... oh Sam... please... we can't go all the way tonight!
I won't let you."
Sam paid no attention to her pleading. Slowly his hand slipped from her breast to the
hem of her skirt, his fingers rippling beneath the soft fabric to caress her stockinged
thighs. He inched upward along the insides of her tapering thighs slowly trying to push
them apart.
"C'mon, baby. Open up, please," he whispered.
"Sam, please, don't do that," she begged. But again Sam paid no attention, pushing his
determined hand deeper between the smooth flesh of her upper thighs, spreading them
wider and wider apart.
His fingers continued their work until they reached the top of her stocking and
contacted her warm naked flesh.
She shivered. "Sam, for God's sake, please don't!" she moaned, her breath coming now
in rapid pants as she broke her mouth away from his.
I've got to stop him! Stop him before he gets to my panties. I don't know what I'll do if
he gets to my panties – go insane, maybe!
Struggle as she might, squirm and wriggle as best she could, she couldn't escape. And
her frantic efforts only incited him more. She couldn't stop him now, couldn't prevent
his fingers from sliding beneath her black lacy garter straps and caressing her thighs as
his other hand worked at the hem of her dress until she could feel it creeping up to the
flimsy silk of her panties.
"No! No, Sam, not my panties! Don't touch my panties, damn you!" she screamed,
ferociously breaking away from his determined grip.
Sam's mouth fell open, hanging agape in utter disbelief at the violence of Betty's voice.
Before he could collect his wits, she had grabbed her purse, thrown the door open and
flown up the walkway to the safety of her apartment building.
Still dumbstruck, he stared at the lush young body of his fiance disappearing into the
darkness. What in the hell was that all about? What had he done that was so terrible, so
frightening? Why did she always run away just when he got to her panties? God, what
a crazy chick!
Before long, though, his amazement turned to heated anger. That was the last time she
was going to pull that Panty Trick on old Sam. Next time he was going to get inside
that fragile little band of silk to her precious little cunt and fuck the hell out of her, no
matter what she did to try to prevent him. She'll see, he told himself.


Chapter 2

A sleek canary yellow Mercedes convertible streaked through Monday morning traffic
and came to a halt in front of a fashionable downtown beauty parlor. The name "Kitty's
Coiffure" was painted in bold bright letters above a smoky plate glass window, but
inside that window was a sight even bolder from Ron Drake's point of view.
"Wow! Look at that, will ya," Ron said as his eyes fastened on the slender but well
curved young girl who was gathering some things together at the reception desk. "How
much would I like to get inside her pants!"
"The dirty-old-man strikes again," his mother, Kitty, laughed. "You must have inherited
that tendency from your late father. Anyway, that girl isn't all that young twenty-eight!"
"Twenty-eight isn't too old for me," the youth grinned. "After all, I'm over twenty
myself."
At that moment, Betty Miller was arranging her books and pencils when she suddenly
bent over to retrieve something that had fallen on the floor. Bending forward, her
daring little mini-skirt barely covering her panties, allowing full view of her curvaceous
hips, Betty was unaware that Ron could easily see – and admire – the full voluptuously
flaring columns of her legs.
In fact, from the youth's particular point of view, he could even discern the thin lacy
crotch-band nestled up between her soft thighs, and Jesus Christ, a few small wispy
curls of her pussy hair.
"Kitty, that is some sexy little cookie you hired. She's got a fine body," he gleamed,
wetting his lips with his tongue.
"I'm glad you admire my taste in women," she crooned. "But the heat of your passion is
going to melt the windshield any minute now. And it's my car you're driving."
"I'd like to melt into that little cunt of hers, that's what I'd like to do."
"Would you now?" Kitty purred. She enjoyed her wicked incestuous relationship with
her handsome young son and knew that he enjoyed it as much as she did. She had
heard him on the phone once bragging to a friend about "the older woman" in his bed.
"Are you trying to tell me that old Mama isn't enough for a big strong guy like you?"
Her sly hint worked, and Ron tore his gaze away from Betty Miller's panties.
"Aw, baby," he laughed, "sure you are. You know that. But a young guy needs young
blood once in a while. That body of hers would be great raw material to work with."
"Raw material? Is that how you youngsters describe it now?" Kitty chuckled knowingly,
her long black hair swirling around her shoulders as she shook her head.
"That's right. Hey, listen, Kitty, why don't you put in a good word for me with that
chick?" He winked licentiously as he spoke to his mother.
"Well, I suppose I could. But..."
"But what?"
"But it would depend on what I got out of the deal."
"How about a big fat young cock up your cunt?" Ron's handsome suntanned face
beamed with lustful delight.
"That wouldn't be bad. But it wasn't exactly what I had in mind," his mother retorted.
"Oh? What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of two of them. Or three. Or half a dozen!"
The solidly built college student smiled broadly at the sharp cunning of his still
attractive mother. He had told her many stories of wild college sex orgies, of drunken
gang-bangs and of uninhibited group sex at Wesson oil parties... and he had watched
her eyes flame with desire each time. He knew she wanted to join the wicked but
exciting fun!
"That might be possible," he said with mock seriousness. "Of course, that would
depend."
"On what, Ron darling?" Kitty whispered coyly.
"On whether or not I get to screw that virginal little receptionist of yours."
Kitty eyed her son thoughtfully, her fingers playing with the pendant watch that hung
enticingly between her ample breasts.
"Now, that might not be as easy as you think. But," she said, considering, "I might be
able to... but, no. That girl needs an experienced man. She's definitely got problems."
"You think I can't handle problems?" he retorted indignantly. "Only makes it more
challenging, Kitty." Then he laughed.
God! Even if I can get Ron and Betty together, Kitty thought, he's going to have one
helluva time getting that luscious little cherry of hers. But, it's high time that cute little
trick lost it! Besides... I want to get in on one of those lust-crazed orgies that Ron talks
about all the time. God, I'd be driven wild at the sight of all those healthy, trim young
male bodies.
She turned to Ron with a steady gaze, then gave him a quick kiss and stepped out of
the car.
"Okay. I'll see what I can do." Walking up to the shop, she could hear Ron humming
to himself with great satisfaction.
Pleased with himself, Ron threw the car into gear and sped off. Hell, it wasn't even nine
in the morning, he hadn't even gotten to his first class, and already he was excited
enough to cum in his pants. The sight of Betty Miller, leaning over like that, had urged
his cock into life. And the idea of getting her to one of those wild parties... or even of
getting her to a small, more intimate party... of course, it would certainly take some
doing, she being a virgin and all... but he had risen to the challenge of a virgin before!
* * *
"Good morning, Mrs. Drake," Betty said politely as the older woman entered the shop.
Betty had always admired Kitty Drake, admired her poise and self-assurance.
"And good morning to you, too, Betty," Kitty answered. "Hey, what's the matter with
you? You look like something dreadful is bothering you."
Betty stopped in her tracks, stunned by the accuracy of Kitty's remark. After the episode
with Sam on Saturday night, she had decided to confide in her boss, the only person
she knew who might give her a straight and understanding answer to the problems that
worried her sick. It had been an agonizing decision, made after hours and hours of deep
thought, alone in the dark of her room.
"You can tell that something's wrong?"
"Of course I can," Kitty answered cryptically, coming around behind the reception desk.
All of the hairdressers in the shop were busily gathering together their equipment in
preparation for a long day's work, so Kitty and Betty were not afraid of being
overheard.
Still, Betty hesitated. Not because she was afraid of being overheard, but because there
was so much confusion in her own mind that she hardly knew where to begin. But she
trusted Kitty Drake, who seemed so worldly, so sophisticated, so understanding. She
was married to an important local insurance broker, she had traveled the world over,
and it seemed like nothing was beyond her scope, nothing could surprise her. Besides,
Kitty had always taken such a keen interest in her ever since she had started working in
the shop.
"I hardly know where to begin," Betty said nervously, feeling so young and immature.
"Listen, just settle down. Relax. Tell momma what's on your mind."
"Well, it's... it's..." Betty faltered. "It's sex, isn't it?" Kitty's matter-of-fact attitude caught
Betty off-guard. Kitty didn't even stop counting off the bills as she placed them in the
cash register.
How in the world did she know? How could she know?
"Well, it's... God, I just don't know..."
"C'mon," Kitty urged coaxingly. "I know how hard it is to talk about. Is it something
between you and your fiance?"
"Yes," Betty whispered, tearing her eyes away from Kitty's steady, penetrating eyes.
"Sam wants... he keeps wanting me to... he wants to sleep with me."
"But you don't want to?"
"Oh, I want to. It's just that... I can't..."
"Sure you can."
Betty was stunned for a moment. Never in the world had she expected to hear such a
simple assertion, such a simple answer to her dilemma. She felt helpless to protest
against such a simple statement.
"There is such a thing as the pill, you know," Kitty continued. "And really, Betty, how
do you ever expect to hold on to a man if you're not willing to give him something?"
The confused young girl shifted uneasily in her straight-backed chair. Her body
stiffened like a spring about to jump out, until all her pent-up confusion burst out of
her like a rocket launched into space.
"Honestly, Mrs. Drake, I do love Sam. It's not that I don't love him. It's just that ever
since I became a teenager, my parents have always told me how terrible things can
happen because of sex. A girl could get pregnant... and other things, too."
"Listen, it's time you grew out of those silly ideas. I'm afraid your parents are rather
old-fashioned, but that doesn't mean you have to be. Sex is a beautiful thing, especially
between two young lovers. Nothing terrible about it, believe me. It's high time you
found that out for yourself, Betty."
"You're right of course," Betty blushed. "You see, I want to do it. I really do. But... I
can't. And this weekend I kind of let things get out of hand. I mean, I really think I let
Sam go too far."
"Do you mean that you actually slept with him? Had intercourse?" Kitty saw the
embarrassment flush color into Betty's cheeks.
"Oh, no. Not exactly. I mean, he didn't... actually..."
"You mean he didn't actually get inside you?"
"Yes, that's right," Betty stammered. "But, you see, it's so hard to control myself. And
Sam keeps pressing me. He wants to go all the way, and he wants it now."
Kitty gazed thoughtfully at the girl, studying the problem from the vantage point of her
experience in the world.
"Listen, Betty. You're just getting too worked up about this. It isn't all that frightening a
thing and you can only overcome your fear by actually doing it. Perhaps you ought to
see a doctor, dear."
Silence. Betty didn't respond. She looked down at the floor, trying to gain the courage
and the time to regroup her thoughts. The real problem was inside her belly dancing
like a butterfly and had been there for so long.
"That's not the whole thing," she gasped finally.
"Oh?" Kitty didn't seemed surprised, only curious.
"It's... oh, I don't know if I should tell you."
"Betty dear, I've seen a lot in my time, you know. You can tell me, believe me, I won't
be shocked."
Betty squirmed in her chair, running her fingers through her thick auburn hair. She
raised her head then and saw the sympathetic interest in Kitty's kind eyes.
"Please don't think I'm... crazy... or sick... or anything. The problem isn't exactly just
having sex. It's..."
"You have a hang-up of some kind, is that it?"
"Y-Yes," Betty blushed, taking a deep breath to prepare herself. The time had come, she
couldn't keep her dark secret to herself any longer. She had to let the guilty secret out
and she felt instinctively that she could trust Kitty.
"You see, I just... well, I can't bear to have sex with anyone... unless... unless I keep my
panties on!"
The words came out in spurts, quickly, and her face turned crimson in shame. She was
surprised when Kitty laughed, almost as if it were a joke.
"Oh, Betty! Is that it? Look at me," she said, turning the young girls' face towards her
with kind hands. "What you've told me isn't at all unusual. A lot of people have worse
hang-ups about sex, believe me. The human mind is a lot more complicated than you
would ever believe. You're not so strange, my dear."
"But, Mrs. Drake, you don't know what I've done! Terrible things! I've... I've... I've
actually exposed my panties to young boys!"
The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them, in a torrent of anguished
humiliation. She felt that the whole world was about to collapse around her, and yet she
felt a curious sense of relief at the same time. Kitty Drake was the kind of person you
could let into your soul with sublime confidence.
Kitty understood at once. "I understand, Betty, I really do understand things like this.
I'm glad you've told me. And I think I can help."
"Oh, can you?" Despite the kind and compassionate attitude of her boss, Betty began to
sob and couldn't stop. Then she felt firm hands gripping her shoulders, forcing her to
look up through her teary eyes.
"What you need is some time alone, some time to think things through. Time away
from your fiance, away from your roommate, away from your parents."
"Do you really think so?"
"I do. Now, listen. I want you to get away from it all next weekend. Take a vacation and
you can even have Monday off. I've got a little houseboat up on a lake, and it's all
yours. I think a little time alone will show you that there's nothing frightening about
sex and that your little hang-up isn't so terrible after all. What do you say?"
Betty's eyes shone with gratitude through her tears. She knew that no else could have
understood her problem, could have advised her so wisely. She knew that Kitty was a
friend to be trusted.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I mean that. Don't I always mean what I say," she laughed.
"I don't know how to thank you, Mrs. Drake," the young girl stammered.
"It's OK No thanks needed. Now, pull yourself together. Our customers will begin
arriving any minute now."


Chapter 3

It was later in the evening. The attractive older woman lay comfortably displayed on a
large circular bed, her eyes fixed on her handsome young son as he stood in front of a
full-length mirror, combing his curly hair. He was dressed only in a terry bath towel,
and she remained staring at his sexy suntanned body, at the muscles rippling with every
movement of his arm.
For the past fifteen minutes she had been trying to draw his attention. She had slipped
into the bathroom, put on a see-through black nightie that he liked because it allowed a
tantalizing view of her smoothly flaring hips and her maturely swelling breasts
underneath. Then she had slithered sensuously back to the bed, dropping onto it with a
lazy, enticing groan. Then she spread her legs alluringly apart to reveal the dark
temptation of her eager vagina. But all to no avail. Ron saw only his own image in the
mirror... and another image in his mind. He was thinking about sweet young virgins,
and about one in particular.
"You know, Kitty," he said pensively, "you get a lot of nice looking chicks in and out of
that beauty parlor all day. I used to think it was a dumb business, but now I'm not so
sure."
Kitty was no fool. She knew precisely what was on his mind. "Is that right?"
"Yeah, that's right. And you wanna know why?"
"I think I can guess," Kitty answered with a laugh. "But I've got news for you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. This tender young virgin might have a cherry even you can't get at. You or your
friends."
Ron laughed. "That's what you said about my sister... and your daughter, Carrie, too.
But we took good care of little Carrie."
"Yes, you're right. But this girl is different. I'm not so sure you'll be able to get inside
her pants."
"Are you taking bets?" He hoped she would rise to meet his challenge.
"Not a bad idea! How about if we do make a bet?"
"Sure."
"If you lose, you bring a bunch of your college friends over here. I'll supply the booze...
and the sex! We'll have a twenty-four hour marathon. Is that a deal?"
"Great! But what if I win?" he asked slyly.
"If you win, her cherry will be enough of a prize."
Ron had to admire his mother. She always knew what she was doing. He wouldn't be
surprised if she already had this whole deal all arranged.
"Well," he said, "when do you make the arrangements?"
"They're already made." He knew it! "But there are a couple of things you ought to
keep in mind," she crooned gaily.
"What things?" Ron turned sharply away from the mirror and stalked over to the bed.
"Well, she's going up to the houseboat this weekend. But I told her she'd be alone. So
you'll be a big surprise to her, and so will your friends.
I presume you wouldn't let Mike and Steve miss out on this one."
"They'll come," he answered confidently. "So will Carrie."
"Okay. But that's not all."
"What else?" His suspicion was growing into anger.
"No rough-housing or I automatically win the bet. Betty is a sweet young girl,
intelligent too. Besides, I want her in one piece for the shop."
"Fair enough," Ron nodded. The excitement of seducing another young virgin sent
spasms of delight through his loins.
"There's more, Ron darling," Kitty purred, listening to his lustful sighs. "Your young
virgin has a slight hang-up: she's scared to death of doing it without her panties on."
"Are you bullshitting me?" he growled angrily. His hand shot up and ran nervously
through his curly blonde hair.
"No bullshit. It's all part of the deal. Take it or leave it."
Ron glared down at his seductive, sensuous mother. She sure knew how to drive a hard
bargain. She must want that orgy awfully badly!
"You win, baby." What the hell, he thought. It wouldn't be a total loss anyway if he
couldn't get past the panty hang-up to screw that luscious little virgin. After all, his
sister Carrie would be there too, and she was as hot a bitch as he had ever seen. Of
course, it would be much better to have two cooperative cunts, but...
"It's a deal then, Ron?"
"It's a deal," he muttered as he stood up to unfasten the terry towel from around his
slender young waist.
"Come to bed," Kitty murmured as she spread her soft tapering legs alluringly wide
apart. "I've done my work today. Now, it's your turn to do yours tonight. Come to
Momma, baby-"

* * *

Betty Miller left work early on Friday afternoon. She had been working conscientiously
all day, politely helping customers, guiding them back and forth between the wash and
set, nodding occasionally in response to their gossip as if she were really interested. All
this, despite her ardent longing to get away. And in spite of the inexplicable nervous
tension that slowly built inside her all day long.
It was a great effort for her to be pleasant, especially after the harrowing scene she had
gone through the night before with Sam. She said she couldn't see him this weekend,
that she was going to Kitty's houseboat. She had never refused him before. And he had
never been so jealously angry before. She was glad he was jealous. Anyway, he could
use the time to cool off and she certainly needed the time to think things through.
Kitty came to her around four o'clock, dangling the keys to the houseboat. "Why don't
you leave now," she suggested. "That way you'll miss some of the rush hour."
"Thanks, I'd like that. And, really, thanks for everything. I'm so anxious to get away, to
have a real vacation."
Kitty wished her a pleasant journey, gave her carefully drawn instructions and
directions, then patted her on the shoulder as Betty walked out the door.
"Enjoy yourself. Just relax and have a good time. You'll get yourself straightened out,
don't worry."
Betty strolled down the street to her Camaro convertible. The warm summer sun on I
her back felt so good! The dress she had chosen that day was a low-backed mini dress
that reached down only inches below her lacy panties. As the breeze blew along it sent
the skirt billowing and she managed to hold it down with only partial success. Her little
silken bikini panties rustled as the wind whistled through them.
Still, it was such a beautiful day. Feeling elated and free, she jumped into the car,
switched on the engine, turned on the radio and eased out of her parking space.
But her hands were trembling. It was a familiar nervous trembling but why did it have
to strike just now? Now when she was going on a badly needed vacation? Why couldn't
it leave I her alone? Desperately she tried to fix her mind on something else, anything
else, as she headed out of town and into the cool green of the country.
An hour later she was on a narrow country road in upstate New York, swinging her car
around the curves with an elated feeling of freedom. Her mind dwelt on her last date
with Sam and she recalled the vivid, tingling sensations that had surged through her
loins when his fingers gently touched the flimsy silk of her protective panties. Yes, she
had wanted to go all the way then, to feel the pulsating hardness of his penis rippling
through her panties into the warmly waiting wetness of her vagina. If only she could
forget about that incident so long ago, then perhaps she could have given in to her
lustful desires. But that was impossible. Try as she might, that dogged memory crept
into her conscious mind, mingling with the throbbing lust seeping through her loins...
seeping through even now as she thought about Sam... seeping through the awful
headache and nervous tension she couldn't dispel.
How horrible it had become, this strange compulsion that was threatening to take over
her life. The panty fixation caused all of her troubles, she knew, caused her to turn into
a raving maniac. So many times she had driven to strange neighborhoods looking for
young boys, and each time she felt repulsed afterward She felt now that she would do
anything now to cure herself once and for all.
She simply had to overcome this strange compulsion to avenge herself on helpless,
innocent youngsters. But how could she stop the wild excitement she always felt when
she saw them? The desire to stop this outrageous behavior, the inability to prevent her
feelings from getting the best of her, this conflict made her head pound with pain even
now. Her throat felt parched and her hands trembled still.
Every time before that she had felt this pain in her head, felt this nervous tremor in her
hands, she knew it had led to disaster. It had led to her humiliating herself by exposing
her panties to whatever young boys she could find. Oh, it was too terrible! God, if only
she was at the houseboat right now, safely inside and away from temptation! She
stepped down hard on the accelerator.
Finally, she reached the top of a long winding hill and over the crest of it she could see
the lake clearly. It was very large and sparkled in the sunlight. With a sigh of relief, she
sped down to the turn-off that Kitty had marked on the map. It was a dirt road, about
half a mile long, and at the end she finally saw the houseboat, all alone on the lake with
a short gangway leading out from the surrounding forest.
It was a huge, ultra-modern houseboat with a deck that ran all the way around. She
crossed over the gangplank and let herself in, then stood gazing at the luxuriously
furnished hideaway that was to be hers for the weekend. She had entered directly into
the living room, which was very large and surrounded on three sides with large
windows and sliding glass doors. Wall to wall soft, plush cream-colored carpeting
covered the entire expansive room and directly in front of her, between two of the
sliding glass doors and encased in brick stood a handsome cast-iron fireplace. Betty
walked slowly to the black leather couch that stood in the middle of the room and sank
down into its soft cushions.
But there was a second level to this sumptuous hideaway, several rooms that opened
onto a balcony that ran down the entire length of the houseboat along one side. At the
end of this balcony stood a spiral staircase that led up from the living room-below.
Betty carried her small weekender suitcase tip to one of the bedrooms, then returned to
the living room to look for some wood to start a fire. But the wood box by the fireplace
was empty, except for a few scraps of kindling. She didn't want to go back into the
nearby village for firewood – now that she was alone for the weekend she wanted to
enjoy her solitude.
The woods outside! Of course! There must be plenty of fallen branches and large scraps
of wood out there! And perhaps a nice walk through the woods would help dispel this
horrible headache, this terrible nervous tension!
But she hadn't walked more than a quarter mile along the path by the edge of the lake
when she realized that disaster was approaching, for not too far ahead she could see the
outline of two figures... two young boys. Her heart leaped suddenly to her throat, her
stomach sank down to her knees and her head began to pound unmercifully.
The two boys were lounging along the side of the lake, two long fishing poles stuck into
the ground in front of them. They looked so young, so innocent as Betty slowly
approached them. Why did temptation have to cross her path now, just when the
familiar headache and nervous tension had struck her? Why on this quiet weekend of
solitude did she have to suddenly feel herself trembling from head to toe?
Steady, Betty, steady, an inner voice warned her. You must try to control yourself! You
mustn't do what you've done so many times before. You mustn't!
Yet she couldn't stop walking, closer and closer, towards the two innocent young boys.
Her eyes were fastened to their two suntanned young bodies, clad only in cut-off blue
jeans, as she drew closer and closer to them.
Deep down, inside the pit of her belly, she knew she had no choice. She stared hungrily
at her intended victims, her pulse rapidly pounding through every vein, and within the
last fatal steps her decision was made...
"Hi. Catch any fish?"
The tall dark-haired youth whistled under his breath as he turned his head to look at
Betty. The red-haired teenager beside him looked at Betty with a stunned, almost
shocked expression.
Man, what a colossal set of tits, the taller one, Jim, said to himself. And look at those
legs! Christ, from down here I can almost see all the way up to her panties! What's a
chick like this doing talking to two young guys like us?
Awkwardly, he replied to Betty's question.
"N-no. We've been here nearly all day but haven't caught a thing yet. Not even a
nibble."
Crap! He could see practically everything from where he was sitting, her frilly garter
strap, the tops of her stockings, just the barest hint of the silken white panties she was
wearing, too.
"You boys live around here?" Betty asked nervously.
"Well, not exactly," the red-haired boy, Tom, replied. "We live over near the village, but
we come up here to fish all the time."
Tom's eyes were riveted on her long, tapering legs and he was just beginning to see the
sight that Jim had noticed a moment before. He couldn't help staring, which Betty
noticed. Swiftly, her mind began working to formulate a trap for these two innocent
young teenagers. She knew they found her attractive, she could tell by the way they
were both practically gaping at her open-mouthed. God, they were so young, so naive!
How could she help teasing them until their little cocks burst through their tight little
shorts?
"Listen, do you think you boys could help me?"
Jim replied enthusiastically, practically jumping up. "Oh, sure. Sure. What is it?"
"Well, you see I'm staying in a friend's houseboat for the weekend. And I'm all by
myself. There isn't any wood for the fireplace... and I've been told the nights get... very
cold around here."
"Yeah, that's right. Gets pretty chilly some nights," Tom said, shifting his position on
the ground so as to get a fuller view up under her little mini skirt.
"Do you think you two boys could spare a few minutes to help me collect some
firewood?" Her whole body tensed as she waited for their anger. She couldn't let them
slip through her fingers now! If she did, the headache and nervous tension would
dominate her whole weekend. And, after all, as she had just said, she was all alone in
the house. No one would ever know...
"Well, how about it, boys? Afterward I'll fix you some sandwiches or something."
The dark-haired boy was raring to go, that was obvious. He wasn't about to give his
friend a chance to mess up an opportunity like this.
"Sure. No sweat. I'm starved, anyway."
"Good. Let's start looking for wood then."
Betty smiled seductively, feeling a great weight lifted from her shoulders. She led the
way off the path and into the woods, her eyes following the lithe movements of the
two-teenagers as they stopped to gather wood, their young muscles rippling with every
movement. God, how tempting they were! Their long curly hair, their suntanned fresh
faces, the little bulging crotches of their blue-jeans. No, they weren't going to laugh at
Betty. When she showed them her little surprise, their mouths would hang open, their
little bulges would become bigger and bigger inside their pants, and they'd be wild with
desire to tear her panties clean off her. But she wouldn't let them do that... but she
would surely tease them and tease them until they couldn't stand it any more!
"Is anything wrong?" Tom asked as they approached the gangway of the houseboat.
Hell, she was staring at them like she was drugged or something.
"N-no. Nothing's wrong," Betty responded quickly. Too quickly, Jim thought. What
gives with this chick? He watched her fumble nervously for the key and saw her hand
tremble as she inserted it into the lock.
The boys were stunned by the luxuriousness and the size of the houseboat. Jim let out a
slow whistle under his breath, and Tom stopped dead in his tracks.
"Okay. Why don't you boys start a little lire going while I go fix us a little snack?"
Her eyes followed the two young boys as they carried their piles of wood over to the
fireplace then began piling sticks and large branches inside. Trembling with lewd
excitement, she went into the kitchen and headed towards the refrigerator. Oh, if only
she could control herself this time, if only she could come to her senses and leave these
two innocent young boys alone. But that would be impossible, she knew that. She had
already gone too far. She couldn't resist the trance that was descending over her now,
the trance induced by their slender youthful bodies. Somehow she managed to get the
sandwiches together and a few minutes later emerged into the living room to see the
two youngsters sitting cross-legged in front of the blazing fire.
"Glad you've made yourselves right at home," she said as she handed them the tray of
sandwiches. They began immediately to gulp down the food and Betty thought they
looked like babes in the woods. As she hovered over them a moment, she thought
about those young boys in her backyard so long ago and a sweet feeling of revenge sent
tingling sensations through her body.
A drink! That's what I need, a drink. Looking around the living room, she saw a large
mahogany bar back over near the door. Crossing the room, she went straight for it and
poured out a tall glass of straight whiskey. There, she thought, taking a large gulp,
that's better. Much better.
Ah, these poor boys! They don't have any idea what's in store for them! They have no
inkling that the girl who just picked them up is about to pull up her dress and expose
her panties to them while she writhes on the couch. Yes, they're going to watch every
moment, every movement, and wish that they could jump right up between her legs
and ram those little cocks of theirs deep into her pussy! But she wouldn't let them!
Betty gulped down another long swallow of the warm whiskey, then another, and still
another until the glass was empty. She could feel the mellow warmth of the whiskey
permeate every cell of her body, she could feel a lightheadedness sweep through her
mind, until at last she began to relax. The headache was gone!
Almost in a trance, with slow deliberate movements Betty sauntered over to the black
leather couch, her aroused young body trembling with a tense elation. The two
youngsters glimpsed her out of the corners of their eyes as they gulped down their food.
Kicking off her platform sandals, she stretched languorously out on the cool, soft
leather, her eyes flickering shut in abandoned expectation.
"You don't mind, do you boys, if I just take a short nap?" she yawned.
Jim turned his head now to see her slender young body practically smothered in the
large black cushions of the couch. Wiping the mayonnaise from his mouth with the
back of his hand, he shot a suspicious look at his friend, as if to say, what the hell is she
up to? She certainly looked a lot like she wanted to get laid, draped out on the couch
like that. The hem of her dress was hiked up above her garter straps and you could see
everything all the way up between her thighs, up to those silky white panties of hers.
"Holy shit! Will ya look at that," he whispered to Tom, who was likewise staring open
mouthed at the girl on the couch.
"Jesus!" Tom hissed under his breath. "Look! You can see all the way up... right to her
panties!"
Betty's mind danced and her body tingled with excitement as the subdued whisperings
drifted across the room. Yes, she'd got them now, trapped, just where she wanted them
and now she was going to tease them until she drove them wild. Feigning sleep, she
yawned loudly and stretched her legs salaciously apart in a sensuously inviting "vee"
that revealed her milky-white panties even more to the two pairs of hungry young eyes.
Jim was dumbfounded, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. He dropped the
remnant of sandwich from his hand.
"Christ... what the hell is she doing?" he asked his friend.
"Maybe... do you think she wants us to fuck her?" Tom replied, whispering excitedly,
not really believing, bat hoping...
"I don't know... but I do know this. I'm going to get a closer look!"
He began to crawl stealthily on his hands and knees towards the lewdly enticing girl
sprawled limply on the couch, hoping he could get a little piece of the action.
"Hey, man! Hold it! She might wake up!" Tom was tensed with excitement, but slightly
wary.
Jim, though, ignored his friend's warning and approached the couch as silently as he
could, riveting his eyes all the while on Betty's alluringly parted legs, on the soft white
flesh of her upper thighs above her tightly clinging stockings.
Christ, she wasn't leaving much to the imagination! You could see everything up there:
the lacy strap of her white garter, the tiny pubic hairs that curled out from underneath
those silken panties... everything! Hell, what wouldn't he give to jump right on top of
her, rip of those panties and shove his almost splitting open prick up into that
mysterious pussy of hers! Instead, he remained tensely in his place at the foot of the
couch.
"God, I'd love to get inside those cute little panties!" he whispered to Tom, who had by
now crawled over and was kneeling beside him.
The word "panties" reached Betty's ears and something exploded inside her mind. God,
how much she wanted to tease these youthfully innocent boys, with the silk-guarded
treasure nestled inside her panties, how badly she wanted to titillate and tantalize them
until their bulging little cocks would cum all over their pants! Yes, and she knew exactly
how to do it!
Still pretending to be asleep and dreaming, she let her hand slide ever so slowly, ever so
sensuously down the short length of her mini skirt until it reached the hem. This she
drew back, slowly, provocatively over her white silken panties as she purposely began to
pant and moan slightly as though she were dreaming of making love with a man.
With a deliberately slow, sensuous motion she dipped her fingers between her parted
legs and began to stroke over the soft flimsy panty material, back and forth over her
prominent vaginal mound, until the young teenagers were practically panting at her
feet.
The boys looked to each other for confirmation of what their eyes were witnessing.
They had read about things like this in the little books that were passed around at
school, but they never expected it would actually happen to them. This chick sure
looked like she wanted to be fucked real badly.
Betty knew she had them now, right where she wanted them. Fully aware of the
obscene desires she was arousing in them, she moved her fingers down to caress the
insides of her soft fleshy thighs, slipping her hands inch by inch back up towards the
glimmering sheen of her silky panties, curling the tiny pubic hairs around the ends of
her fingertips. The wetly heated moisture of her loins began to seep slowly out of her
lewdly aroused young pussy until her stainless white crotch-band was soon visibly
soaked through with her sexual secretions and the soft, thin slit of her excited cunt
became apparent through the wetness.
Spasms of sensual excitement ripped through her undulating loins as her probing
fingers caressed and stroked the excitedly moistened panties. Then, with slow and
deliberate movements, her outstretched middle finger carefully separated the lips of her
cuntal slit through the thin shield of her panties until she could feel her eager and
anxious pussy lips spreading wider and wider apart.
She could hear the two boys panting lewdly. God, she had them now!
With a whimper of ecstatic delight, she slid her extended middle finger slowly up into
her cuntal crevice, into the warm inviting folds of pussy flesh.
"Holy Christ!" Jim groaned, his little cock growing larger and larger as he moved closer
towards Betty. Tom had crawled up closer behind him and was panting hotly over his
shoulder.
"My God, Jim, she's finger-fucking herself in her sleep! Do you believe this?"
Betty clenched her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to destroy her mood by seeing their
agonized faces. Later, later she would enjoy that. Now she wormed her finger way up
inside her hotly pulsating pussy, listening to those whisperings that drove her to new
heights of lustful passion. Her long tapering legs slid even further apart, beckoningly
exposing her panty-clad cunt even more to their mesmerized gazes.
Both the boys now could feel their aroused cocks throbbing inside their pants. They
wondered what could be coming next.
They found out. Suddenly, he saw Betty's eyes pop wide open and she lifted herself to a
sitting position, propped on her elbows with her legs still spread salaciously apart. Still,
she didn't appear to be looking at them, more like she was looking right through them
as if she were in a trance. They didn't quite understand what was going on and
remained frozen in disbelief at the obscene sight before their eyes.
"Ah... you like my panties... nice little white panties," she moaned as if through a
hypnotized trance.
The two youngsters didn't dare speak. Their stunned eyes continued to follow her
finger slithering in and out of her cunt through her passion-moistened panties.
There was no doubt now that she was wide awake, that she knew exactly what she was
doing. Jesus, she was practically poking her pussy right into their faces, fucking her
finger between her pink glistening cunt lips, pumping her hips in lewd abandon with a
slow, teasing rhythm. Jim felt he had to do something before he came in his pants.
Hardly aware of what he was doing, Jim moved still on his hands and knees along the
thick plush carpet in between her lusciously parted thighs, moving with each step closer
and closer towards her perfumed vaginal opening.
Betty's eyes followed him and she hissed, "You want to touch them, don't you... touch
my panties... ummmmmm."
She enjoyed the tortured expression that had gripped his face and it drove a spark of
excitement through her loins.
"Oh, y-yes. Wow, yesssss," he stammered, tiny droplets of sweat breaking out over his
upper lip. God, what he wouldn't give to fuck her, to get inside those precious white
silken panties.
Still in a somnolent trance, Betty lifted the hem of her skirt even higher, revealing her
little elastic garter belt and below it the whole of her daringly brief silken bikini panties,
enjoying all the while the drooling hungry look on the youngsters' faces. Her firm
rounded buttocks were still pumping, grinding and squirming in an obscene rhythm
against the soft cool leather of the couch in tempestuous undulations.
"Well, come on up here," she moaned passionately at the dumbstruck young boy.
"Come on up here and you can... stroke... my panties" Jim hesitated, torn between his
desire to accept this obscene invitation and his desire to run fast and far away. But his
cock convinced him, pulsating and throbbing inside his short blue jeans. Betty let her
head drop indolently against the arm of the couch, her eyelids flickering open and
closed, as he scrambled up beside her. His hand trembled in nervous excitement as it
descended inch by inch to touch the soft warm flesh of her milky white thighs above
the nylon stockings.
"Ooooo, ummmmmm," she panted, feeling the touch of his teenaged hand against her
inviting nakedness. She could feel his fingers tentatively grazing around the garter strap,
moving cautiously up towards the lust-soaked crotch of her panties.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss. Further, further up," she urged him, "up to my panties." But the
boy's quivering fingers remained softly stroking the smooth flesh of her thighs, lightly
fondling the enticingly escaping strands of pubic hair.
God, am I going too far this time? Are these two young boys going to turn into
screaming, uncontrollable maniacs?
"Ummmmm, yes, that's right," she groaned as she jerked up her hips so that her panty
cloaked vagina ground up against Jim's hand between her lewdly parted legs. She felt
his fingers then cautiously touch her wetly moistened crotch over her panties while, at
the same moment, the other boy reached up between her thighs to unfasten her elastic
garter strap.
Quivering with sublime ecstasy, she felt Tom eagerly rolling down the stocking over the
sleek smoothness of her legs.
"Go inside my panties, why don't you go inside," she whispered, reaching down to
guide Jim's sweaty hand inside her panties to caress her virginal vaginal mound.
Jim's heart nearly pounded out of his chest at the sudden lust-guided contact with her
passion-sodden panties. Jesus, how could he keep from cumming in his pants at the rate
she was going? Wouldn't she let him do anything else? He had to get inside that damn
pussy! But would she go that far? He had to find out, and right now!
For a moment, Jim let his hand go limp as Betty guided it to her wetly palpitating 
cuntwhat was that noise? He could swear he'd heard a noise, outside somewhere, near the
front of the houseboat...

* * *

"I don't see any sign of Mel's car, Carrie, but it looks like our hot little virgin is here
already," Ron smiled broadly at the blonde girl beside him.
Carrie, who looked very much like her sensuous slender mother, shot him a knowing
smile and returned the excited look she saw in his face.
"You've got special plans for this sweet little virgin no doubt," she said, laughing.
"Indeed, I have! Wait till Mike and Steve show up!"
The young brother and sister walked across the gangway towards the door of the
houseboat, when suddenly Ron stopped and grabbed his sister by the arm.
"Wait! Do you hear anything in there?"
"No, I don't think so."
"I could have sworn I heard some strange noises in there. C'mon, let's go round to the
side and look before we go in."
Walking quietly, having put their suitcases down by the door, the two young people
proceeded around the deck to the side of the houseboat and Ron peered cautiously
through the glass, making sure he couldn't be seen from the inside.
"Well, well, well," he muttered, "looks like our little virgin already has company!"
Curious, Carrie leaned over his shoulder to get a look for herself. While she was still
watching intently, Ron slipped the sliding glass door open about an inch so that they
could hear as well as see what was happening inside.
What they saw was Betty lewdly displayed on the couch, her legs beckoningly and
enticingly spread wide apart, this supposedly innocent young receptionist was being
finger-fucked by two young teenage boys – and they were both doing it to her at the
same time! Plaintive wails of lewdly rising desire reached their ears from Betty's throat
as they watched the incredible, obscene scene in front of them.
"Both of you put your fingers in at the same time. It's okay, nobody's going to hurt
you."
"Geez, lady!"
"Deeper, deeper, please!"
Ron began to feel his own cock slowly growing as he saw Betty Miller's head lolling
back over the arm of the couch, twisting from side to side in reckless passion, her eyes
clenched tightly shut, her lips pulled back tightly over her teeth, her two milky white
legs lewdly sprawled wide apart as the two teenagers massaged her pulsating cunt and
pistoned their fingers in and out of her warm, now wetly drenched pussy flesh at the
same time.
The cords in Betty's neck stood out, pounding with each thrust of her pelvis as she
reveled in the ecstatic sensations caused by the delightful finger-fucking of these two
young boys.
Yes, she definitely had them now, precisely where she wanted them!
Eagerly the two boys worked their fingers in and out of the velvety passageway of her
cunt, squirming them around together up inside her, feeling their short little cocks
bursting with desire inside their shorts. Each time their fingers traced circles around her
wetly throbbing clitoris, spasms of passion rippled through her groin.
Wailing moans escaped from her throat as her ass pumped and slithered on the couch,
her legs jerking, her whole body trembling from the pressure of their fingers in her
warmly inviting cunt.
"God, she's so hot, she's going to blow up all over us," Tom whispered hoarsely.
God, it was impossible to stop now. Impossible to stop the undulating rhythm, the
electric excitement tearing through her body as she arched her hips upwards splaying
her legs wider and wider apart to give them greater entry into the passion-heated depths
of her liquid flooded cuntal passage.
"Yesssss... ummmmm... yessssssssss! Deeper, deeper!"
Rhythmically she swayed and bucked and pumped back and forth, back and forth,
pulling their fingers deeper inside her wetly clasping cunt with an inward sucking
motion of the soft, curl-fringed lips. Oh God! She could even feel them touching
against her fragile maidenhead deep up inside.
Her shamelessly aroused body writhed in a mixture of agony and supreme pleasure
because she had them where she wanted them. She had teased them until their little
boy cocks had nearly exploded... and now she was going to give them a treat, a rare and
very special I experience that they would never forget. And one which no other man
had ever experienced with her!
With slow and teasing deliberation, she slid her hands over the rough material of their
blue jeans and began to tantalizingly squeeze their virile young testicles, massaging and
caressing them gently, tenderly.
"G-God, Lady! I'm... I'm... I'm going to cum in my pants," Jim sputtered.
"Holy shit," Tom exclaimed as he rapidly but fumblingly undid his belt with his free
hand while his other hand continued to finger-fuck hotly around up inside the older
woman's widespread cunt. Thick, milky-white fluid was already beginning to spill into
the webbing of his underwear.
Betty's hand slid into the boy's underpants, j reaching for his stiff young shaft, which
sprang forward and out immediately. She took hold of it with a firm grasp, working her
hand down the small, but virile throbbing little rod of flesh, using her forefinger to
trace mad teasing circles around the mushroom head, all the while rummaging for the
other boy's hard young maleness.
God, it was too strange – nobody would ever believe us, Jim thought. Here she is with
a cock in each hand and she's going to jerk us both off!
The fingers of Betty's two hands clasped tightly around the two young cocks, beginning
a rhythmic milking motion as her own wildly excited body writhed in excited passion at
the inexperienced movements of her frantic fingers.
Why am I doing this? What's going to happen to me? My whole body is roaring with a
fire that's lewd and obscene and I'm going to cum any minute now. And so are they!
They're going to spurt their young white-hot sperm all over my panties and I'm going
to wallow in it, squirm around in it... ooooh God! God! It's heavenly!
By now, standing outside and watching the whole incredible scene, Ron Drake's whole
body trembled with obscene excitement and Carrie was afraid he would rush into the
room at any moment.
"So, this is a sweet, young, innocent virgin, is it?" Carrie said laughingly.
"Shut up, damn you," Ron growled. His face glowed bright crimson and his breath was
beginning to come in short sharp pants as he watched the incredible obscene events in
the living room.
What the hell was going on, anyway? Kitty had assured him that this girl was a virgin...
afraid of sex... and here she was playing around with two young teenage boys, jerking
them both off at once while they finger-fucked her like there was no tomorrow! What a
bitch! It was all he could do to hold himself back from rushing right in there and
showing her what a real grown-up cock felt like inside that teasing little virgin cunt of
hers!
"Now, lover, don't get yourself too excited," Carrie purred.
"Leave me alone," Ron groaned. He leaned ever so slightly forward and now he could
see that Betty Miller was about to explode and cum all over the two desperately
working boys' fingers. Her whole body was jerking madly, her feet strained as they dug
into the soft cushions of the couch, her eyes were rolling uncontrollably around in their
sockets.
"Ohhhhh... ummmmmm... yes, yes, make me cum! Let me cum, please!" Betty was
moaning with near agony, pushing herself toward orgasm with all her strength, pushing
still frantically at the two young teenage penises, feeling them swell and bulge into virile
young excitement in her tightly squeezing palms.
Suddenly, she arched her back up off the couch and thrust her pelvis outward, and high
up off the couch.
"Oh, God, finger me harder. Both of you. Yes, harder," she wailed, arching upwards
and spreading her legs still wider as the two inexperienced young boys drove their
fingers still further into her wetly grinding pussy while her hips and pelvis bucked and
churned in a desperate rhythm beneath them.
Just as her whole body suddenly shuddered, Jim screamed, "Oh God, I'm going to
cum." And the tip of his little swollen cock jerked, then exploded like a ton of
dynamite. Spurt after spurt of white-hot cum shot down over her white silk panties,
streaming like a river over the whitely straining tendons of her inner thighs.
"Aaaaaaagh... ummmmmmm! Oooh!" Betty moaned licentiously, stroking the virile
young cocks feverishly until she had milked them dry, her panties soaked through with
their moist hot cum and her own copiously flowing cuntal secretions.
God, I've gone farther this time than I ever had before. And I'm going to go farther
still, to cum like I've never cum before.
Her whole body writhed outward and upward into the air as the two youths continued
to tease and work at her cunt, to work their fingers up and down in her moistly heated
vagina, as they flicked at the erectly throbbing tit of her clitoris. A spasmodic frenzy
seized her hips, tossing them up and out until the raging fire inside her inflamed wet
pussy burst forth.
"Yesssss, I'm cumming. Cumming at last," she moaned through tightly clenched lips as
the cum roared out of her madly convulsing pussy and into the silken crotch-band of
her panties. Her whole body shuddered and thrashed as the two boys watched this
wanton spectacle for the first time in their lives.
The vaginal moisture continued to spurt and seep out onto her milk-white thighs as her
body writhed and her hips bucked and her legs flared outward and great wailing moans
escaped from her throat.
"Jesus Christ, this is a virgin?" Ron groaned, his eyes still glued to the lewd spectacle
before him. Only this time he groaned a little too loud, because he then saw Jim jump
up, quickly pull up his pants as he turned around towards the glass door where Ron
and Carrie were perched.
"Somebody's out there! C'mon, Tom, let's get out of here! Quick!"
Without waiting for Jim to finish talking, Tom pulled his pants back up, whirling his
head around, torn between his desire to run and his lewd fascination with the wantonly
displayed woman sprawled on the couch with their whitely shimmering young cum
splattered all over her panties and naked upper thighs. She was still stretched out there,
legs alluringly widespread, her dress hiked up over her cum-soaked panties and God,
her hands were beginning again to sensuously rub herself, rubbing their cum up and
down over her belly and between her thighs as low groans of ecstatic delight rippled
from her throat! He stood, mesmerized by this unbelievably salacious woman, until Jim
slapped him on the shoulder, grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the
door. Together they stumbled in dazed confusion out of the houseboat.
They were already long gone when what they had said drifted into Betty's conscious
mind. Was there somebody outside? Without hesitation she smoothed down her dress,
jumped lip from the couch and ran towards the door the boys had just run through.
What if someone had seen her? What if someone really were out there?
She opened the door, looked around, listened quietly for a moment, then closed the
door and returned to the living room. No, that would never do. What if whoever was
out there was still around? Terrible images of abject humiliation raced through her
mind as she ran headlong up the stairs and into the bedroom, slamming the door
closed with a loud bang.
Her ears strained against the wooden door, but she heard nothing. Not a sound, no
telltale sounds except the mad thumping of her own heart. She couldn't hear Ron and
Carrie because they were whispering furtively now.
"Jesus, you are a loud-mouth, Ron," Carrie teased. "You've busted up the whole thing!
And I was just beginning to get excited myself! I was going to bend over and let you
fuck me from behind while we waited."
"Too bad, kid."
"I'm not a kid."
"Okay," Ron growled hoarsely, "you're not. But listen: don't you say a word about this
to her, you understand?"
"Oh, but it would be such fun to..."
"Never mind that. I've got some fun of my own in mind. I want to spring this on her
just at the right moment," Ron replied, grinning with an evil glint in his eye.
Ron and Carrie walked around to the front door, to the door that those two scared
teenagers had just flown through, and made as noisy an entrance as possible, slamming
down bags and rattling keys.
"Well," Ron bellowed, "I wonder where our weekend guest has gone?"
"I don't know," Carrie said as loudly as she could. "Maybe she's gone out for a walk.
Or maybe she's taking a nap."
Betty's heart continued to pound, but soon she realized that the man and woman
weren't intruders but vaguely familiar voices. Intrigued, she opened the door a crack
and peered down into the living room below. She recognized Kitty's two children
because they had come into the beauty shop more than once to see their mother.
Well, I'm safe. And that's a relief. But what if they saw? What if they had been
watching through one of the windows or one of those sliding glass doors?
No, they couldn't have been. Surely she would have heard something if they had been
outside. It was impossible, of course. They couldn't have seen anything.
Nevertheless, Betty was still somewhat nervous from her passionate ordeal. She tried to
calm herself by freshening up, changing clothes, arranging her few things on the
bureau.
But why hadn't Kitty told her that Ron and Carrie would be there, too? Why hadn't she
told her that she wouldn't be alone after all?


Chapter 4

Ron went straight for the bar, took out three glasses and poured generous shots of
straight whiskey into each. These he carried over to the couch where Carrie and Betty
were sitting primly, Betty having carefully combed her hair, straightened her dress and
changed her panties before emerging from the bedroom.
"I really am sorry, Betty. But I thought Kitty had told you that Carrie and I would be
here this weekend," Ron said as he handed each of the girls a drink.
"Oh, well, really, it's all right. In fact, if I'm going to be an inconvenience, I could leave
tonight if you like," Betty responded, obviously a little embarrassed.
"Oh, no," Carrie answered. "We wouldn't hear of it. Stay, please. We can promise
you'll have a good time if you do," she said slyly, taking a sip from her drink.
The three young people then spent a relaxed and informal evening together, chatting
and drinking and getting to know one another. That night she slept soundly and next
morning felt refreshed and alive, almost like a new person. She resolved that morning
never to indulge in another panty episode. After all, last night had been a very close
call. They could have seen her obscene display, but luckily they didn't.
And she really did love Sam. And her love was a powerful one, powerful enough, she
hoped, to overcome the awful blinding headaches and nervous tension that gripped her
body until finally driving her to expose her panties to innocent young boys. Having
thus reassured herself, the voluptuous young girl clambered out of bed, washed, dressed
and prepared to meet the new day.
She stepped out onto the balcony clad in a tightly fitting beige sweater that outlined the
rounded firm contours of her supple young breasts, and short culotte skirt that curved
sleekly over her flaring hips. As she went towards the kitchen she could smell the
hearty breakfast already cooking and she realized how hungry she was.
Carrie was standing by the stove dressed in hip-hugging black slacks that flared out at
the bottom and a blouse that was brazenly unbuttoned halfway down her chest to reveal
the outline of her sensuous cleavage. Well, Kitty certainly had a sexy young daughter,
Betty thought. But her thoughts were interrupted just then by the sound of Ron's
masculine voice.
"Well, good-morning everyone. Sleep well, Betty?"
"Oh yes, very well, thanks."
"Um, yes, I'm sure you did," he laughed. Betty could feel the crimson creeping along
her face as she caught the slightly sinister tone of his voice.
"He's only teasing you, Betty. Don't pay any attention to him," Carrie said, turning
around to face Ron with a slight glare.
Trying to change the subject and tone of the conversation, Betty said, "This is really
some place, you know. I never expected anything like this. And the woods around here
are so I beautiful!"
"Well, would you like to see a little more of the area?" Ron asked.
"Oh, yes, I would," Betty answered, not knowing what lewd thoughts were going
through the young boy's mind.
"Fine. After breakfast we'll break out the boat and row across to the other side of the
lake. How about that?"
"Yes, I think that would be very nice."
"Good," said Carrie, "that's settled. Now, is anybody hungry?"
And so it was that after breakfast, the three young people rowed across to the other side
of the lake under a bright sun. Betty enjoyed that day, laughing and running through
the trees, although for some reason that she couldn't quite put her finger on, she felt a
strange sensation sometimes. She felt as though Ron and Carrie knew something that
she didn't, as though they were at times enjoying a private joke.
Every once in a while she caught Ron glaring at her with a distinctly lecherous grin on
his face, and it almost seemed as if Kitty's son were making a play for her. But she
dismissed that thought as ridiculous. After all, he was only twenty years old. And she
was engaged to Sam. Still, there was that strange look in his eyes...
It was with one of those lecherous looks on his face that Ron said to her, "Oh, by the
way, a couple of college buddies of mine are coming up tonight. We're going to have a
little... party. I hope you'll stay up and join us. It's no fun going to bed too early."
Betty's mind whirled in-confusion. She had wanted to spend a weekend alone, not
partying and drinking with strangers. Still, Ron was the host, it was his house after all,
so she couldn't very well refuse.
"Sure I will."


Chapter 5

While Ron and Carrie and Betty were rowing back from the other side of the lake, a
small sports car convertible wound its way long the wooded road towards the
houseboat. Two young college students sat in the front, singing loudly, a beer clasped
firmly in each one's hand. In the back seat sat a large, rust-colored Irish Setter, the wind
whipping through its long fur coat. The car radio blared incessantly and the tires of the
car screeched around each bend in the road, while the two young students continued to
sing dirty songs they had learned back at the fraternity house. Mike and Steve had
already begun to party.
Pulling up in front of the houseboat behind the two cars already parked there, Mike
tossed his empty beer can and shouted, "Go fetch it, Duke!" to the dog. And off the dog
ran, gamboling in the lake water delightedly. Sopping wet, it returned to find its master
and his friend walking around the deck of the houseboat, peering into the full-length
windows.
"Geez! What a set-up!" Mike whistled.
"Yeah, nice ain't it," Steve laughed. "But wait till you see what ole Ron has set up for us
tonight!"
"Yeah, what?"
"Well, he didn't exactly say. But knowing Ron, it ought to be some helluva bash."
Mike, who was taller and slimmer than Steve, strolled through one of the open glass
doors into the living room. He was flabbergasted by the sumptuous furnishings and the
plush soft carpeting.
"Some fuckin' place," he whispered. "Is there any booze around?"
"Yeah, Ron's mother, Kitty, keeps the place pretty well stashed with beer and booze.
What'll you have?"
Mike grinned broadly. That Ron sure knew how to live. And what a mother he must
have! Geez!
"I'll have another beer. Save the hard stuff for the party."
They had just opened two cans of beer and were walking towards the fireplace when the
front door opened, Ron stalked in, followed by Carrie and Betty. Mike's face lit up with
a lecherous grin and Steve whistled under his breath. God, that Ron sure knew how to
fine juicy looking broads! What a night this was going to be! Too bad the other fellows
couldn't come too. Partying sure beats studying any day, especially with two sexy dishes
like this! Look at those legs, would ya? And those two luscious sets of tits bulging out!
"Hi, Mike, Steve. You know my sister Carrie already. And this is a little friend of ours,
Betty." Ron winked knowingly at his two young friends, whose eyes were still fastened
on Betty's sensuously rounded breasts.
Betty blushed at Ron's self-assured words and tried to avoid looking at his two college
friends. They were nice looking boys, dressed in long faded blue jeans and cotton shirts.
But if they'd only stop looking at her that way! What had she gotten herself into,
anyway? Maybe she should have left last night after all. But it was too late now. What
was she going to do?
Carrie seemed to sense her strain, saying, "Come on, Betty. Let's freshen up a bit,"
leading the young auburn-haired girl upstairs to the bedroom.
As soon as she had closed the door, Carrie turned to Betty.
"Look, there's no need to worry. Don't be nervous. Those guys are just college kids,
they aren't going to hurt you." Betty was embarrassed that her reluctance was so
obvious.
"I... it's just that... well, this is all so unexpected."
Carrie gave her a worldly, knowing smile and patted her shoulder. She was at the same
time sympathetic and exasperated, thinking that this girl couldn't be as innocent as she
pretended to be. Not after last night. What a performance!
"Look, it's okay. Kitty told me you've got a little problem. But you know, it might do
your fiance some good to be a little jealous of you..."
"Oh, but it's not that! It's not that I want to make him jealous! It's just... well... I just
needed to have a little time alone."
"Listen, just relax. Remember, nobody can do anything to you that you don't want
them to do. Can't thread a moving needle, and all that."
"Yes, I guess you're right," Betty stammered. Carrie was so much like her mother, so
poised and so self-assured.
Carrie satisfied herself that Betty had pulled herself together, then went off to change
her clothes.
God, that girl acted so innocent, so unaware! You'd think nobody had ever touched her.
But anybody who could give a torrid performance like the one with those two kids last
night couldn't be that much of a virgin. No way! It must be that she was very worried
about what her fiancé would think.
And, in fact, at that moment Betty was sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about
Sam. She knew he would be furious if her suspicions were confirmed, if Ron planned
on having some sort of orgy with her and Carrie tonight. But what could she do? It was
too late to run away now.
Realizing that she had no alternative but to attend this "party" tonight, Betty decided to
change into something more festive. She chose a sleek-fitting, low-cut dress with a very
short skirt that she had bought for Sam's birthday party last year.
Well, here goes, she thought with resignation as she pulled her sweater up over the ripe
swelling mounds of her breasts. Easing her culotte skirt down over her rounded hips,
she stepped out of it then rolled on a pair of huggingly tight tan stockings and snapped
closed her frilly lace garter belt over them. Then she slipped the lovely little dress over
her head.
God, maybe I shouldn't wear something this revealing, she thought. It might give those
boys more ideas than they already have!
Turning sideways to examine her figure in the mirror, Betty could see the proud
outlines of her firmly rounded breasts and the deep dark cleavage between. Then she
noticed the shortness of the dress and realized that the slightest bend would reveal the
soft whiteness of her panties for all to see.
But I've got nothing else to wear, really, she comforted herself. Oh well, it would just
have to do. Picking up the brush and stroking her long thick auburn hair, she
determined to make a go of this evening and to do the best she could do under the
circumstances.
The dress was more provocative than she had realized, for when she descended the
stairs she heard Steve say, "Well, well, that's some outfit, Betty!"
Betty smiled and flushed with self-consciousness, hoping that the grin on his face
wasn't really as lecherous as it seemed to be. She felt as though she was entering the pit
with the lions and desperately looked around for Carrie. But Carrie wasn't there. "How
about a drink?" Steve asked, watching her every sensuous movement from behind the
bar. Betty spun around.
"Oh... okay."
"Scotch? Bourbon? What'll it be?"
"Oh, Scotch is fine, thanks."
Betty studied him as he poured the drinks. He was certainly a nice-looking boy, and
very solidly built. Perhaps he spent a lot of time down at the gym or something because
his muscles were large and hard and rippled with every turn of his arm.
"Hey, I wouldn't mind a Scotch, either," Mike called from the couch, where he sat
sprawled comfortably with his shirt collar hanging open to reveal the manly hairs
curling on his chest.
Ron, now sitting on the bottom stair, studied the scene before him with pleasure. This
could turn out to be a pretty good deal after all. He knew he could get Betty tonight,
after the wanton and obscene show he had seen the night before. Oh sure, she seemed
like a sweet young virgin, but he knew better. Besides, she wasn't wearing that slinky
low-cut dress for nothing anyway!
"Hi, everybody!" Carrie called as she came down the spiral staircase. Ron jumped up,
gave her a little pat on the ass as she slithered by, and listened with pride as his two
friends whistled out loud.
"Whatever that is that you're pouring over there, pour me one, too! I'm parched."
"Sure," Steve chuckled, licking his lips in lewd anticipation.
Carrie strolled over towards the bar, her flimsy flashy dress swirling around her with
each step.
Soon the three young college boys were sitting together on the couch, whispering and
laughing and gulping down their drinks. Betty began to feel very uneasy, sensing that
they were laughing at something she didn't know about. What were they up to? Were
they planning something outrageous and obscene? Would she be forced to do things,
terrible things, things that were even worse than exposing your panties to young
teenage boys?
"You look worried again," Carrie said, smiling condescendingly.
Yes, this girl would like us all to think that she's sweet and innocent and virginal and
pure. But I know better, after last night. What the hell is she trying to pull anyway? To
look at her you'd think she had been living for years in a convent!
"Oh, I'm not worried," Betty lied.
"You sure look worried."
Trying to change the subject, trying to avoid a confrontation at any cost, Betty replied,
"Do you and Ron come up here often?"
"Yes, indeed. It's the greatest place to have a party, you know."
There was something strange in the air, something very different than anything Betty
had ever known. And she was afraid. To brace herself, she tossed back her head and
then gulped down a long swallow from her drink. Carrie was looking at her with a
knowing glance, as if she too were part of the boys' secret. A look of subtle wickedness
shone in her eyes.
"Would you like to see how we party around here?"
"I... I don't know," Betty stuttered.
"Come on, boys. How about if we play a nice little game of cards?"
With that, both Steve and Mike sprang up from the couch simultaneously and grabbed
Carrie around the waist. She laughed, threw them aside and went over to the bar where
she found a deck of cards. They all three then sat on the floor around a low coffee table
that stood across the room from the couch and began to play cards.
Ron remained on the couch, his arms outstretched over the back of it, his drink clasped
firmly in one hand. Taking a long swallow, he turned to Betty.
"Hey, baby, why don't you come sit over here and watch the game?"
Why did he grin like that, so lecherously, so knowingly? What was it he expected of
her? What did he want? But still, she felt somewhat awkward. After all, it was his
house. How could she refuse? Reluctantly, she strolled over to the couch, but didn't sit
down next to him. Rather, she took a seat at the other end.
"You play poker?" he asked, grinning with satisfaction.
"No, I've never played."
"Well, then, watch this game. You'll learn a lot."
Now, what did he mean by that? Learn a lot? The vicious innuendo in his voice was
unmistakable and Betty grew more and more disturbed.
But it wasn't long before she began to understand what Ron had meant. The lesson
began when she saw Carrie stretching out one of her long elegant legs and begin to
remove one of her high-heeled shoes, placing it on the table alongside the chips.
"Are they playing strip poker?" Betty asked incredulously.
"That's exactly what they're playing. Just a nice little game among friends, good
friends."
"Well, I'll call," Steve said, "and raise you... two."
Betty's mouth flew open as she saw the young girl bend over to remove the other shoe,
then hike up the hem of her dress to unfasten her lacy garter strap.
"What the..." Betty stammered.
"You didn't think I was kidding, did you?"
"But this is... it's..."
"It's good clean fun," Carrie responded, glaring at Betty with what looked like disgust.
Ron leaned back and grinned at the obvious discomfort of the curvaceous young virgin.
He watched as she leaned forward, almost against her will, patently fascinated by the
events around the card table. Probably, he thought, she's never seen anything like this
in her life, a ripe young girl undressing right in front of two healthy college boys.
Betty's eyes darted from player to player as a new hand was dealt, fascinated by the
careless, freewheeling attitude of the young girl. She watched dumbstruck as Mike said,
"Call. And raise one." And she stared open-mouthed as the voluptuous young girl
stretched out the other leg and began to undo the garter snap, hiking her dress up
tantalizingly above her thighs.
"Here, let me help you," Steve offered and before Betty knew what was happening, the
lanky youth was kneeling next to Carrie, running his slender hands up and down the
length of her tapering legs, caressing the soft flesh of her milky white thighs as if he
knew the territory well.
Betty gasped. Was this really happening or was it only a bad dream? Was Carrie really
enjoying it as much as she appeared to be enjoying it?
Suddenly she felt Ron's hand clamp tightly around her arm. But he didn't have to do
that because she was practically paralyzed on the edge of the couch, wanting to turn
and run but compelled to stay by her lewd fascination. The way Carrie was behaving
was incredible. She was smiling, actually smiling with sensual delight as Steve's hands
ran up and down her leg, a leering smile on his face. And his free hand was rummaging
teasingly through her long blonde hair, twisting it around his fingers. Finally, he undid
her garter snap and with both hands now began slowly, tantalizingly rolling her dark
nylon stocking down over the ivory smooth flesh of her curvaceous legs.
The young auburn-haired girl wanted to jump and run. But she didn't want to cause a
scene. And anyway, she couldn't move if she wanted to because Ron was still holding
tightly onto her arm. She sat, her whole body tensed, as Mike shuffled the cards and
dealt out still another hand. What would happen now? God, what would Kitty think if
she walked in right now?
She saw the two young men tossing chips onto the table, then Steve said, "Your bet,
Carrie," with the same leering grin on his face. The silence that followed was
unbearable, both the young students looking at Carrie with excited expectation
gleaming in their eyes. Finally she moved. A slow, sensuous movement as her arm
reached around behind her back... her fingers poised at the top of her zipper... then
slowly sliding the zipper down to the top of her softly rounded buttocks. She lifted her
shoulders provocatively to make it easier to slip out of her dress, stood up and stretched
her sensuous breasts forward arching her back, and looked mockingly at Mike and
Steve.
She paused, her firm young breasts standing out in lustful relief.
"Come on, honey," Mike groaned. "Take it off."
A coy seductive smile flickered on the young girl's moistened lips, her tongue darted
out and licked her lips and as the tortuous suspense mounted and she began to wriggle
out of her dress.
"That's it, baby," Steve crooned as she slowly dropped the straps of the dress off each
white shoulder. The dress slipped down inch by inch, revealing more and more of her
enticing young body with every second that passed.
"My God, Carrie! Don't! You can't!" Betty stammered helplessly.
"Relax, baby," Ron whispered, putting his mouth up close to her ear. "Carrie's enjoying
herself, can't you tell?" And with that he began running his fingers up and down the
nape of Betty's long neck.
Betty felt a sudden shudder of repulsion ripple through her body and tried to squirm
away.
"No please, don't do that," she begged. But the powerfully built young man simply
looked at her with undisguised pleasure and ran his middle finger down her spine,
sending a wave of fear through her voluptuous body.
Geez, what a chick! Ron thought. She must think I'm a real dummy, falling for that
cute little virgin act of hers. Well, I know better. I saw this bitch being finger-fucked by
two little boys last night. She can't fool me. Her goddamned virgin act is going to end
real quick when I tell her I know what she's done, that I saw the whole thing.
Betty, meanwhile, was trying desperately to come to some sort of solution to this
dilemma she was in. She couldn't run. It would be impossible to get up to her room,
grab her bag, find her keys and dash quickly out the door. Besides, there were two other
cars parked behind hers. No, the only thing to do was to try to stay calm until all this
was over. And Carrie's words came back to her: "Remember, they can't do anything
you don't want them to do. " Her thoughts and her eyes returned once again to the
spectacle before her eyes, to Carrie slowly slipping her flimsy dress over her shoulders
and letting it drop to her feet. Mike bent down, picked it up off the floor, and dangled
it teasingly over the table, then let it fall down onto the chips and cards lying there.
She was almost naked now, standing proudly in front of those two guys with only her
half-cut slip to protect her curvaceous full body from those lecherous, hungry eyes.
God, if only this game would stop now. If only Carrie hadn't... but, then, she had. But
maybe... maybe she wouldn't go any further. Because if she did, there might be no
stopping the two already aroused young men. They just might do something really
terrible to her.
Mike cracked the cards and dealt another hand, but his eyes were not on the cards.
They were fixed in rapt fascination at the alluringly nearly naked girl in front of him,
and at the pile of shoes and stockings that lay in a disorderly heap on the table.
Please, Carrie, stop all this, Betty begged silently.
"Well," Mike said with a very self-satisfied tone, "looks like we'll only need one more
hand to strip off those hot panties and the rest. This ought to do it, don't you think?"
"Yeah, this ought to do it," Steve agreed enthusiastically.
Betty clenched her eyes tightly closed, praying silently for escape, hoping against hope
that Carrie would come to her senses, realize how aroused these guys already were, and
stop this vicious game. But when she opened her eyes she lost hope. For then she saw
Carrie reaching down, taking the hem of her slip in her hands, and drawing it slowly,
tantalizingly upwards.
"That-a-way, Carrie girl," Ron growled, clamping his hand down onto Betty's knee. She
tried to slither away to the other side of the couch without his noticing, but just as she
started to move his powerful grip tightened around her stockinged knee.
With delectable pleasure sparkling in her eyes, Carrie guided the flimsy slip above her
head, her sensuously flaring hips moving slowly back and forth in a tantalizing, teasing
rhythm, For a long, leisurely moment, she held the slip by her fingertips, swished it
back and forth, then let it drop to the floor.
This is it, Betty thought. Now she's really going to get it!
Carrie by now had on nothing but a transparent brassiere and lacy panties and Betty
could see by the lewd grimaces on the faces of the youths that there was only one thing
they wanted now. Only one thing would satisfy their lustful cravings. They would
shame and humiliate this young woman, they were going to keep raising the bets until
she was stripped stark naked in front of them.
"Cut," Steve growled, his eyes flickering like hot coals. Slamming the deck down, he
pulled a card, then passed it along to Mike, who likewise picked a card from the middle
of the deck.
"Six of clubs. Looks like I lose," Mike scowled, frowning at the card he had chosen.
Then it was Carrie's turn to draw a card. But before making a move toward the deck,
she stood caressing the deck, skimming her long fingers over the surface of the polished
cards, tossing her long blonde hair and she tilted her head, laughing. After a long
tantalizing, suspenseful moment, her long slender fingers drew a card from the middle
of the deck.
"Queen of spades," she crooned coyly as she ran her fingers through her long blonde
hair to smooth it down.
All eyes now turned to Steve. He looked first at Carrie with wanton desire, then slid out
a card. Turning it over, he smiled lecherously.
"King of hearts, baby!"
Betty sat immobilized with suspense on the edge of the couch, straining forward in
utter disbelief. She was so intent on the approaching climax that Ron's fingers slowly
sliding beneath the hem of her dress went unnoticed. Captivated by the incredible scene
before her, she watched Carrie reach around behind her back for the straps of the beige
lacy brassiere, watched as she pulled at the narrow elastic band, the rounded fullness of
her breasts straining forward. The brassiere unsnapped and Carrie slowly took it off.
Betty could almost feel the chill that made Carrie's ripe nipple buds point sharply
outward as her breasts sprung yearningly out from their silken barricade.
"Oh, Carrie," she gasped as the rubbery smooth breasts burst forth in full nakedness
and in full view.
"Yes, sir, some tits," Steve whistled, his eyes ablaze with lechery, his mouth contorted
into a leering grin. Betty felt a strange mixture of pleasure and fear cascading through
her rigid body.
"Now, wouldn't you like to play a game like that?" Ron asked. But Betty ignored him,
hoping beyond hope that she too would not be subject to the abject humiliation that
Carrie had just endured. Besides, it looked like the game was breaking up and this
might give her a chance to escape this horrible nightmare.
"And now," laughed Steve, "what shall we do with the luscious little broad?"
"God, don't hurt her," Betty screamed, her hands trembling and her voice quivering.
"I ain't gonna hurt her," Steve said, turning to Betty with a sharp look. "I'm not gonna
hurt her at all. I'm gonna lick that hot little pussy of hers, that's what I'm gonna do!"
Betty tried to jump up off the couch, but Ron grabbed her by the waist and pulled her
struggling young body back onto it.
"Oh, let me go." She squirmed and twisted her body with all her might, but Ron held
her fast. Then she realized that to struggle was useless and that if perhaps she could
only keep calm, perhaps they wouldn't hurt her, make her do things she didn't want to
do.
"Don't get yourself so worked up," Ron said angrily. "She loves it. Wait, you'll see."
And he forced her to wait, holding her still on the couch, jerking her face around to
make her witness the obscene spectacle before them. Betty's whole body trembled with
queer prickling sensations, electric shocks bolted her belly, her eyes bulged as she
watched Carrie being dragged forward by Steve. And she was laughing! Laughing as if
all this were a horrible joke! Betty struggled against the strange feelings exciting her
loins as she watched Steve's face lit with lust, and she realized that there was nothing
she could do to help the young blonde girl who was about to be humiliated in public by
this young college boy.
Finally, Steve sat down on a large soft chair, spreading his legs wide apart. Carrie stood
over him, her hips working in a titillating rhythm as Steve stared at her, panting. God,
she was teasing him, teasing him on purpose. Didn't she know he was already aroused
enough? It almost seemed like she was asking for it, asking to be brutally raped!
The young man's hands reached out and curved around the panty-clad, rounded
buttocks of the young blonde, his fingers digging into the flimsy silk as he drew her
closer towards his parted legs. Then with a sudden fury he wrapped his fingers around
the elastic waistband of the lacy panties and pulled them violently downward.
God, what was he going to do now? Why didn't she try to stop him?
Her pants down around her ankles, Carrie gave young Steve a lusty laugh, throwing
her head back so that her breasts surged forward. Her whole body rocked with laughter
as Steve's passion-glazed eyes stared up at her voluptuously shimmering breasts and he
pulled her loins close against him, burying his face in between her milky white thighs.
"Yesss, you bastard, lick me there!" Carrie moaned, grabbing Steve's head and pushing
it even further in towards her pink pussy lips. "Come on, suck me! Aaaaggg! Eat my
pussy, damn you!" The animal grunts and noises coming from the blonde girl's throat
stunned Betty, making her head spin and her mind whirl in confusion. Her heart
thumped wildly in her chest watching the wanton, crazed behavior of her boss's
daughter, acting like a depraved whore. What in the hell was happening? How could
this salacious spectacle be real?
"See, what did I tell you? She loves it," Ron whispered, putting his mouth right up
against her ear so that she could feel his hot, aroused breath. "She loves to have a man
eat her pussy... just like all women do."
"God, let me out of here. Get away from me," Betty cried, unable to control her
growing desperation any longer. Again she tried to jump up from the couch, but again
Ron pulled her down with his vise-like grip around her waist.
"Where ya going, baby?" Ron growled. "Hey, why don't you cut out this innocent little
virgin act once and for all."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I saw you last night. And after that act, you can't be all that innocent, baby."
Betty felt her heart sink down to her knees, her hands began to tremble violently and
tears began to well up in her eyes. "W-What do you mean," she stammered, still trying
to tear herself away from this fiend.
"You know goddamn well what I mean. I saw you... you and those two little teenage
boys," he hissed, with an arrogant glint in his eye.
"No! No!" Betty began to sob and moan piteously but Ron paid no attention. Savagely
he gripped her shoulders and threw her down on the couch, pinning her shoulders
down with his powerful hands. He knelt over her, bending his head down close to her
ear.
Breathing heavily, he growled, "Those two little boys last night! The two that finger
fucked you... both of them at once... and you loved it!"
"Please, stop! No more," Betty shrieked, her mind stuck in the depths of a relentless
nightmare. "No, it's not true, none of it is true. No, leave me alone. It's not true!"
Her head was thrashing from side to side, as though by not looking at the lecherous
face hovering above her she could ignore the horrible things he was saying.
Then a sudden inspiration hit Ron and his face lit up with lust and delight.
"Yes, it's true. And I'm going to tell my mother about it. Don't you think she'd like to
know? And then... then I'm going to tell your fiance. What's his name, Sam? Yeah, I'm
gonna tell Sam how you've been screwing around with young teenage boys, little guys
who are barely fourteen or so. How would you like that?"
"God, no! Please, Ron, please let me go. Leave me alone," she cried, hoping for some
glimpse of compassion in his eyes. But she saw none.
"No way, baby. You and me..." Little beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and his
eyes were lit with a cold fury. Betty looked up at him, wide-eyed with terror as he
pressed his weight down on top of her body on the couch. How could this boy be doing
this to her? The son of her employer? He had her where he wanted her. He knew it and
she knew it. If she resisted, he would go to Sam and that would hi the end of her
marriage plans. A cry of despair caught in her throat as she cursed herself. To having
been so weak last night. God, why couldn't she have resisted the temptation just this
once?
Suddenly her mind flashed back to the present as she felt Ron's hand beneath her that
had somehow gotten up the back hem of her dress and inch up her stocking-encased
thighs until he reached the firm roundness of her buttocks. Her sensitive flesh quivered
as he began massaging her buttocks through her panties, as he ground his impatient
groin against her. Without warning his mouth clamped down on hers and she gasped.
God, his cock was growing hard already under his pants! She could feel it, she could
definitely feel it!
Betty's eyes clamped closed as she struggled vainly against his attack, but now his
fingers began nipping teasingly at her firmly rounded breasts, all the while grinding his
loins lewdly against hers. She could feel his penis swelling and swelling against her
virginal vaginal mound but was helpless to resist.
"You know, don't you, that I am going to get inside those precious little panties of
yours?"
Something exploded in her mind now and her body surged upward in rebellion. Like a
caged tiger she fought against his assault with all her strength, fighting at the same time
the deliciously lewd feelings that were beginning to seep slowly into her loins. Her eyes
flew open as Ron grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her off the couch and onto
the floor. He slapped her hard across the face, sending waves of pain through her head.
"Okay, baby. This is it. No more of this shit. I mean to fuck you... and you're gonna
love it. Understand?"
"Oh please, please! Not here!"
"Not here? Okay. C'mon, we'll go for a nice little walk in the woods. Just the two of us.
And you won't fight me anymore. Right?"
"Okay. Yes, anything. Only don't take my panties off!"
The aroused young man grabbed her by the arm, grabbed a blanket, and led her out the
front door. Practically dragging the helpless young girl, he stalked along the lakeside
path until they were far enough away from the house so that nobody could hear her if
she screamed. He laid out the blanket and then with a brute-like force, he threw her to
the ground.
This isn't a bad idea, he thought. This way I can have her all to myself, I can fuck her
before anybody in there knows what's going on. Yes, a very good idea.
By now Betty's mind was a swirl of confusion. The sight of Kitty's daughter behaving
like a whore, stripping naked and crying with sounds of savage delight as young Steve
invaded her vagina, had completely destroyed her equilibrium. The way he had brutally
ripped off her panties, the way he had thrust his wetly glistening tongue in and out of
her openly welcoming pussy... what could she do? What was going to happen in there
now?
Now, lying on the blanket with no one else around, the full realization of what was
happening suddenly invaded her confused mind. Her precious virginity that she had
been saving for Sam would be destroyed by this hulking college boy. Desperately, she
tried to struggle against his massive body, but to no avail.
"No getting away from it, baby. This time it's not going to be a little teenage finger,
either. It's going to be a real man cock inside that pretty little pussy of yours. Now, let's
get that dress off."
Before she knew what was happening, Ron had stood up and stripped off all his clothes.
She tried to shut her eyes against the sight of his naked body, his up-thrust manly cock,
but was afraid of what he might do while she wasn't looking. With a leering, lecherous
grin, he began stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth over the visibly throbbing
cock-head.
"Not bad, eh?" He was smiling, damn him! He was enjoying the brutal torment he was
subjecting her to! He looked like a sadist, like a brutal, vicious animal with a terrible
cruelty burning in his eyes.
Betty tried not to look, tried to avoid the sight of his hard, hot maleness as he stroked it
back and forth, standing over her so that his throbbing cock was right over her head.
But she couldn't help looking at it, her eyes were drawn to it like a magnet.
God, look at that! Look at the size of it!
Her fear only increased as she glared at that huge instrument, wondering how a woman
could take it inside her without splitting open like a shattered seam. Yes, he was very
well built and he knew it. Moreover, he reveled in the fear that the size of his penis was
bringing into her eyes.
Slowly, he sank to his knees next to her. She knew there was no escape now, that she
was to be his helpless victim. He was intent on ravishing her voluptuous body and there
was no getting away from it no matter what she tried to do.
"I said, take off that dress. Or do you want me to do it?"
Hovering above her in his nakedness, with an evil animal grin on his face, he bent
forward and took her face in his hands. Like lightning, he had quickly clamped his lips
on hers and was thrusting his tongue deep into the heated depths of her mouth. She lay
beneath him, limp and dejected, feeling the hardness of his throbbing penis against her
stomach. One last thought of escape flickered through her mind, but the helplessness of
her situation was overwhelming.
Besides, strange feelings were beginning to well up inside her, sending spasms of a
strange desire through her groin. Through all this she was dimly aware of her hands
leaving her face and traveling between her body and the leaves beneath, reaching for
the zipper. With one swift and powerful stroke he opened it to the top of her smoothly
rounded buttocks.
She could feel the rush of cool lakeside air as he drew the dress back from her shoulders
and tore it off of her body. Next she felt the snaps of her brassiere and another rush of
cool air as her ripe quivering breasts surged forward, free at last from constraint. The
next snap was her garter belt, which he unhooked with one swift movement of his
probing fingers and his hands then slipped around the tops of her stockings and slowly
drew them down her tapering legs.
Only her panties remained untouched. She was completely exposed to him in all of her
voluptuous nakedness, protected only by the flimsy silk of her white panties. His head
bent downward and she jerked her hips involuntarily upward as she felt his hot wet lips
pressing against the naked flesh of her belly. A sudden shudder rippled through her
body and her hands flew down to his curly hair, grasping firmly to keep him from
going down any further. But, feeling her hands in his hair, Ron thought she had finally
surrendered and this aroused him to new heights of passion. Dropping to the outline of
her vaginal "vee", he flicked his tongue voraciously against the soft crotch-band of her
panties, which was already becoming wet with the heated moisture seeping out of her
vagina.
Betty panicked, kicking out, trying desperately to close her legs against this sexual
onslaught, but Ron merely clamped his sweating palms against the supple flesh of her
inner thighs and held her firmly in place. Her legs thus held open, her eyes wide in
terror, she struggled against him with all her might, grimacing and groaning all the
while. But it was hopeless. Her strength was no match for his, her loins would be
invaded. She saw him kneeling on all fours between her widespread thighs, looking like
he was about to take a healthy bite of her proud upstanding breasts, grinning with
sadistic delight. The virginal young girl lay helplessly watching this proud young beast,
his tongue circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take
place.
He reached for the waistband of her panty with one hand, the other still resting on the
inside of her fleshy thigh. Two fingers stretched out, dipped inside the waistband and
began to tug.
"Nooooo! Please! Don't! Don't take them off," she screamed, her voice choked with
tears. Her panty-clad ass-cheeks ground down into the soft bed of leaves, trying
frantically to resist the crazed, maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"No, please, no. God, make him stop," she cried to herself in abject humiliation. Her
head flailing from side to side, her heart thumping wildly in her chest, her mind
swirling in confusion, she tried to cry out but the sounds stuck in her throat.
Suddenly, her whole body went rigid, and tensed up like a spring about to be sprung.
She felt the wicked thrust of his tongue past her panty silk as it entered the
involuntarily dilating flesh of her pussy-pink cunt.
Waves of repulsion swept through her body as her private genitals were caressed with
the hot wet tongue of the depraved college boy. Yet, at the same time, strange ripples of
forbidden pleasure began to tickle her belly and her sensuously rounded breasts began
to quiver. While his tongue continued its incessant flicking, his hands reached up and
began to caress her breasts, his fingers rolling the now hardened nipples between them
in passionate abandon. She could see his wetly slithering tongue working in and out of
her panty-covered, passion-moistened pussy as his hands worked furiously at her
helplessly trembling breasts – and his eyes... his eyes were lit with a demonic lust... 
and she could tell that he meant to ravage her as he willed.
Ron was staring up at her terror-stricken face, waiting. He had seen how she behaved
the night before, seen how she had begged for more when those two little boys had
fucked their fingers in and out of her precious pink cunt. And he wanted some of the
action, too.
And Betty, too, was thinking about those two teenagers and the lewd performance of
the previous night. Shame and humiliation brought tears to her eyes and random
images of depraved sensations swept through her mind. Through the eddying images in
her mind she could vaguely hear the vile sucking noises Ron Drake was making down
there between her shamelessly widespread legs.
Ron was intent on the contours of her face, watching, hoping for her passion to get the
best of her judgment as he continued the torturing oral thrusts deep into her openly
spread cunt, his tongue pushing aside the protective silken panty crotch-band as it slid
with lustful delight in and out of her. He saw her tears, but he was unimpressed. This
would teach her to tease little boys. This would also teach her what it was like to play
with big boys. Before the night was over he'd have her begging for more – and she'd
get it, too!
And now wasn't too soon to start letting her have it! Laughing loudly, he reached down
behind her knees and brought them up, splaying her legs even wider apart. Struggling
against her nakedly writhing body, he pushed her thighs up so that the kneecaps
touched her helplessly quivering breasts, thus exposing the whole flat plane of her
panty-covered pussy to his depraved sight. He was going to teach her a new trick, and
reveled in the thought. Pushing aside the protective barrier of her silken panties, he
licked his lips with his glistening tongue, then thrust it forward, behind her panties,
between her ripe ass-cheeks, into the tip of her tightly puckered anus.
The sudden hot wetness at this sensitive opening drove Betty to a low moan of tortured
anguish. But it was anguish mixed with a new and exquisite sensation dancing up her
spine as her eyes flickered closed and her lips bared back over her teeth. It was
perverted, wicked, sinful – to feel such a hotly tingling pleasure up between her legs
like this!
Instinctively, she resisted, crying, "Oh, don't!" and she struggled to squirm her upheld
ass cheeks downwards and away from the hotly flicking tongue. But Ron only laughed
lecherously and sent his tongue more wildly teasing into the tightly puckered little ring
of anal flesh. God, yes, he was going to get inside those panties of hers. Now! Now!
Reaching up again, he wrapped two fingers around the elastic waistband with impatient
fury. But her cry of "Noooo! Not my panties! Keep them on," seemed to stop him,
although the impending doom had sent shivers through her already quivering breasts
and down across her taut belly.
Through her sobbing, through her tears of abject humiliation, Betty felt a new tinge of
an indefinable sensation slowly replacing the revulsion and humiliation which, up to
then, had dominated her consciousness. Her love-starved body began to get the better
of her conscience as her buttocks jerked back at each new flick of the hot wet tongue
into her rectum, sending incredible spasms of delectable sensation surging through her
veins.
She tried to cry out, "No! I can't!" but her new loss of control forbade even that. The
full impact of her lewd behavior hit her when she realized that an almost complete
stranger was licking her genitals – and she was enjoying it! She liked this lustful,
wicked sensation! God, it was awful!
She wanted to fight, she wanted frantically to resist the tiny sparks flying through her
abdomen that threatened to burst into flames in her loins that threatened to devour and
destroy her. But within moments the trembling young girl realized that her passions
could not be resisted any more than the wetly flicking tongue of this boy could be
resisted in her wetly throbbing genitals.
The dam burst.
A slow, undulating movement began deep inside her buttocks as she thrust her ass
upward towards his hungrily thrusting tongue. Her shamelessly aroused young body
took on a new life of its own. Her hands curled possessively through his curly hair, low
passionate moans edged out of her throat – her resistance was gone. Forgotten were all
thoughts of humiliation, all thoughts except thoughts of intense, tingling pleasure, of
the fiery pleasure piercing through every inch of flesh.
Her surrender now complete and unmistakable, Ron grinned savagely and thrust his
thick wet tongue deep up into he hotly quivering lips of her vagina again. He could feel
the soft tickling of her fuzzy pubic hairs against his cheeks and nose as he pushed his
face into her slowly grinding cunt. Yes, she was his now. Look at the passion-contorted
face as she moaned and groaned with an abandoned lust while her hips continued their
sensuous undulations. Yes, it wouldn't be long now before she was begging him to fuck
her crazy with his thick eager cock!
"Now, baby, now I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Better than
any little boy could ever dream of!"
Betty lay beneath him, panting with pleasure, her thighs spread wide in unconscious
invitation. Her belly and breasts quivered and she felt almost as if her lungs would
burst. It was too terrible! And it was too good.
Seized with new heights of arousal, Ron bent down over her nakedly voluptuous body
and fastened his lust-crazed mouth over her nipple, nipping it harshly into irresistible
erection. Betty groaned in pain, attempting to twist her body away from this new
assault, but Ron's hands held her powerfully, his finger digging into the soft flesh of her
naked thighs.
Hungry with passion, his lips moved and chewed and nibbled over the rubbery mounds
of her breasts, causing a blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her wetly aroused
vagina below. Her already undulating hips and buttocks began a more rapid rhythm
now, spurred on by the new sparks of pleasure.
"That's it, baby. Getting hot, aren't you?" Not waiting for a reply, he moved his head
downward again to her warmly perfumed pussy, his eyes glistening with greedy desire.
"Yes, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna make you wriggle and scream and soon you're
gonna be begging for it," he hissed.
His lewd and obscene four-letter words only excited her more, but she struggled not to
show it, not to let him know how completely he had conquered her.
"This is it, baby. Spread your legs... wider... wider," Ron grinned above her in triumph.
Ecstasy mingled with fear as Betty obeyed his brazen command, spreading her thighs
wider and wider. Ron leaned over her, grinning lewdly, taking his hot throbbing penis
in one hand over her naked belly and guiding it down, using its hot rubbery head to
contemptuously push aside the passion-drenched panties that protected her lustdampened 
pussy lips. She turned her head to one side to avoid the fearful sight, lying
limp and helpless as she felt the first pulsating contact of his penis-head against the
tight virginal opening of her cunt. She dared not breathe, dared not make a move.
"Goooodddd!" Betty could barely moan as she felt the first sudden harsh pressure
against her well-guarded, passion-tensed vaginal opening.
Ron pushed forward.
The pain rippled through her body, she coughed "Aaaaagh!" and whimpers of fear
echoed through her head as the cock-head slipped through, stretching the tight little slit
of her cunt until Betty felt as though her belly would rip and her thighs tear apart from
the relentless pressure.
"Aaaagh! God! Stop! Stop, you're hurting me," she suddenly managed to scream. But
no one could hear. No one but Ron, who was grinning down at her with sadistic
pleasure. He was killing her, but he was obviously enjoying her agony.
But the smirk on his face didn't last long. As soon as his throbbing cock felt her
maidenhead his face contorted to a grimace of lust-induced savagery. Jesus Christ, she
really was a virgin after all! As he watched the nakedly aroused young girl beneath, as
he watched his thrusting cock disappearing into the sparse fuzzy hair around her tight
little pussy, something burst inside of him! A virgin! Feeling a real man-cock for the
very first time! Well, he would make it one time she'd never forget!
There was no stopping him now. No stopping him as he fucked forward with all his
massive weight, smashing against her quivering breasts. His hips worked feverishly,
burrowing his lust-bloated cock-head into her clinging wet cunt, pushing the soft moist
flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. His balls smacked heavily into the
upturned cheeks of her softly rounded buttocks with a furious smacking sound. Jesus,
he could feel everything...
Betty had never seen or felt anything so big in her life. Between gasps of "Oh, God!"
she could feel every part of her insides about to burst. She had never been so filled in all
her life, never felt every fiber stretched to the breaking point and she felt as though his
hotly pulsating shaft had ripped her vagina into thousands of tiny shreds inside her. He
had torn through her virginity without conscience and without mercy, and now his
thick throbbing pole sank deeper into her belly, into the sacred caverns of her inner
vagina; there wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh in there that she couldn't feel being
stretched and pushed as he ground into the sensitive walls of her cunt.
Ron seemed to ease off for a moment, drawing his cock slightly back from the deep
depths of her virginal cunt. Betty dared not move for fear of new bouts of pain. Neither
one spoke, neither one moved for a long tense moment. Then suddenly she felt it throb
deep inside her tortured elastic vagina as the massive pulsating pole thrust up another
half-inch into her belly.
"Auuuuugh!" the ravaged young girl cried out piteously, her lips grimaced in pain.
Ron didn't say anything, but the look of lust in his eyes grew more and more heated as
he flexed his massive organ again.
"Aaaugh!" the skewered young girl cried louder this time.
"It feels good, don't it?" He flexed his massive thick shaft still again.
"Gooood! Ooohhhh!"
"You like it, eh? Feels good?"
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, afraid to offend him though wracked with pain.
"Okay, then tell me you like it," he hissed, a lewd and depraved grin lighting up his
face.
"W-what?" The anguish in her voice only served to incite him further.
"I said, tell me you like it, you little cock-teasing bitch!"
"I... I... can't..." the ravaged young girl cried in abject supplication.
"Maybe you didn't hear me," he said, flexing his monstrously pulsating shaft deep
inside her quivering belly yet again hissed, "I said, tell me you'd like me to fuck you!"
Her body trembled from head to foot as she made one last effort to struggle against the
strength of this handsome young student. She knew that this would be the moment of
total, unalterable surrender. That if her courage failed her now, if she gave in to him,
there would be no escaping from him ever. He was asking for the only thing she had
left, her pride, and if she gave him that, there would be absolutely nothing left.
His fingers dug painfully into the softness of her shoulders, his leering face hovered
over hers, a savage fire burning, in his bulging eyes.
"Tell me, I said, tell me!"
"Ooooohhh," she moaned through her tears. There would be no escape. She was
helpless and weakened by the pain and the humiliation she had already suffered. "Do it.
Yes, do it to me."
"C'mon, say it like you really mean it. 'Cause you do, you know. Don't you?"
Betty tried to obey but the words stuck in her throat.
"Say 'I want you to fuck me'," he commanded.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me, fuck me," she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. Tears
streamed down her face as she turned it to one side in shame and fear after she had
spoken those depraved and obscene words. Her degradation was now complete. She
couldn't look him in the eye, or any other man for that matter. She had allowed herself
to lose control over all the things she knew were right and good. Now she wished she
were dead. There was nothing left in the whole world except that rigidly pulsating cock
shaft buried deep inside her no longer virginal vagina.
Ron Drake was determined to break the last wisps of resistance in the quivering naked
body beneath him. Clamping his mouth down tightly over her wetly parted lips, he
began a slow, teasing rocking motion with his hips between her lewdly spread thighs.
With each rhythmic thrust he could feel the fear-clenched pussy passage widening and
he knew it wouldn't take long to turn this nakedly displayed young virgin into a
writhing mass of unquenchable desire. He knew it, felt it with her reaction to his earlier
caresses. Besides, he had seen her abandoned to lewd and wicked lust the night before
with those two teenaged boys and so knew to what great heights her passion could
carry her.
Just as these thoughts were cascading through his mind, Betty's body beneath him
began to react to his rhythmic movements, Realizing that there was no longer any
reason to struggle either against Ron or against the lustful desires surging through her
veins, thrilled in a wanton way by her forced surrender, Betty began to relax, to enjoy
the pulsating feeling in her cunt with every soft stroke of Ron's heavily throbbing cock.
Her body seemed to take on a new and vibrant life, writhing beneath his as she groaned
and moaned up into the warm moistness of his open mouth, thrusting her wanton
tongue deep into its hotly accepting depths. Her subjugation complete, her face
contorted with pleasure, her mouth worked feverishly against his, her whole body
strained and heaved as a light sweat broke out on her forehead.
Ron knew when to take advantage of a good thing, and now he slid his hand
downwards and into the soft silk of her panties, grabbing her ass-cheeks and flexing his
fingers deep into their voluptuously curved softness. Then he cupped her upwards,
hard, pulling her loins against his and he felt the nakedly quivering girl pulling her
thighs wider still in an effort to allow his massive throbbing flesh to penetrate ever
more deeply into the now voluntarily absorbing cavern of her deeply trembling cunt.
No more pain now, no more infuriating spasms of humiliation. Only the pure pleasure
of that huge impaling rod and the intensity of her own wanton abandon. Her eyes
closed and her tongue sought greater depths in his warm mouth. Wails escaped from
her throat as her body writhed and bucked as she returned the ardent and delicious
passion of the young student above her.
And he was working hard with long, smooth strokes that brought his massive penis
almost all the way out of her wetly clasping cunt on the backstroke and then thrust
forward into her arched buttocks until he could feel and hear the heavily smacking slap
of his cum-filled balls against the panty-protected crevice of her anus. But he could
make her surrender even more complete, and this he did by slipping his hand down
under her thrashing hips to her buttocks where he felt her tiny puckered little anal
opening, soft and warm and defenseless. With his outstretched middle finger, he
wormed it tenderly up against the moist rubbery opening and felt it give way before the
pressure.
"Ooooohhh! Aaaaaugh!" she groaned under this newest assault against her already
ravaged body.
But her outcry only incensed him further as he worked his finger teasingly around,
stretching the soft spongy flesh wider and wider as he thrust his outstretched finger all
the way up into it. But one wasn't enough. So he slipped still another finger in and felt
the tight resistance give way almost at once. With a slow, grinding rhythm he
continued to fuck his fingers in and out of her tightly clasping anal opening.
Her moans at first were of slight discomfort at the unaccustomed entry into her anal
crevice. But these soon turned to great whimpering groans of pleasure as her now wide
stretched little anus became more familiar to this strange new invasion.
The double ravishment of her virginal loins an accepted triumph, Ron grinned with
new triumphant pleasure. The helplessly skewered girl beneath him began to
voluntarily screw her rectum back on his fingers, as he methodically and rhythmically
screwed into her tightly clasping cunt with his heavily burgeoning young cock. And
now her nakedly glistening body beneath him began twisting and writhing in reckless
abandon, low animal moans rummaging from deep down in her throat.
Still not satisfied, Ron Drake slid his other hand away from cupping her smoothly
grinding ass around to where his cock was fucking in and out of her hungry pussy. He
let his hand tease playfully through her wetly curling pubic hair, then fondled and
played with the hotly contracting lips of her pussy where his cock was fucking into her.
And it worked. At the tingle of this new and strange sensation, Betty parted her lips
and let out a low wailing moan while Ron continued to fuck in and out of her, feeling
the ever-widening vaginal passage flowering open ever wider in greedy desire to
swallow the whole of his heavily throbbing cock as it plunged again and again in and
out of her lust-drenched cunt.
The sound of her wailing incited Ron to greater madness and he quickened his rhythm,
quickened the hot, pulsating thrusts as she thrashed in complete submission and
wanton desire beneath him. God, she was ready to Gum already! Her legs jerked out on
either side, wide and up, so he slipped his fingers from her rectum with a soft, lewd
little hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back up over
her shoulders. Now her whole cock-impaled vaginal plane was wide, wide open to the
pile-driving thrusts of his loins as he smacked brutally again and again into the nakedly
upraised depths of her cunt.
And Betty knew her orgasm was coming, too. She knew that the savage passion ripping
through her loins would soon come to a roaring climax.
"Yessssss! Fuck me... oh, fuck me... don't stop... don't stop!"
Now he had her right where he wanted her, begging him to fuck her senseless with the
wet pistoning length of his cock. Then quickening his stroke, he ground deeper and
harder up into her open belly so that his heavily hardened cock-shaft fucked up into the
hidden untouched recesses of her womb. He could feel her breasts heaving and
trembling up against his chest, her hardened nipples digging erotically into his flesh.
A shudder of lewd, sexual heat ran through the nakedly writhing virgin as she felt the
whole of her insides bursting apart as though a bomb had been set off deep up inside
her bowels.
"Oh God, I'm cumming! Yes, make me cum harder, make me cum harder!"
Ron fucked slavishly above her to make this one fuck she would remember all her life,
her first and best fuck ever. He thrust faster and faster, deeper and deeper, feeling the
warm liquid gushes of her fiery passion flowing around his frantically pistoning cock.
Faster and deeper, deeper and faster he thrust his hardened maleness in and out of her
wetly opening cunt as he felt her body jerk convulsively upwards several times.
Panting above her, he thrust in hard and deep one final time and suddenly felt his own
white-hot fiery cum shoot wildly out from the tip of his crazily exploding cock. It jetted
far, far up into the hidden recesses of her ecstatically quivering belly... until finally it
was over.
Her body went limp, her legs fell outward, lifeless, obscenely splayed on either side of
his powerful body. Her own body was battered and exhausted and her heart pounded
wildly in her chest. Yes, she had been conquered, all right, but at the same time she had
been satiated and filled as never before. But the shame and humiliation of her reckless
act seized her consciousness as she remembered with shock where she was, what she
had done, and who was lying on top of her.
And all because she had not been able to control herself with those damned panties!


Chapter 6

Kitty Drake worked like a demon in her beauty shop that Friday afternoon. It was near
the end of the month and so she had to work on her books, check out supplies to be re
ordered, plus she had to work in Betty's place until the shop closed at 9 o'clock.
Through all the work, though, a growing discontent began to seize her mind. She didn't
like spending the weekend alone, especially when she knew what was going on up at
the houseboat between her son, daughter and receptionist. Not to mention Ron's two
college buddies who would certainly join the fun. She could almost picture that little
nympho daughter of hers stripping off all her clothes and taunting the boys until they
dragged her off to bed.
And then there was Betty Miller. She wasn't so sure that sending her up there unaware
was really a good idea. Still, that little hang-up of hers had to be cured some time and
she knew her son was the boy to do it. Besides, that was part of her bargain with Ron,
and she had for so long been wanting to really enjoy a lust-crazed, no-holds-barred orgy
like the ones Ron was always telling her about.
She was just about to close up shop when a young man walked in. Now, who could this
be?
She soon found out.
"Hi, I'm Sam Jones," he said somewhat nervously.
Now, here was a handsome young devil. Older than Ron, but at the same time more
solidly and maturely built.
"Sam Jones?"
"Betty Miller's fiancé," he reminded her.
"Yes, of course. I've heard Betty talk about you. What can I do for you?"
"Well," he stammered, "I'd like to talk to you... about Betty."
His fingers worked nervously with a button on his coat as he spoke. And his eyes
followed Kitty Drake as she walked around from behind the reception desk towards
him, fixed on the sensual curves of her ripe mature body. Hell, she was some good
looking woman, even if she was about forty. Her dark slacks looked as though they had
been sprayed onto her smoothly tapering legs and her hips swayed enticingly as she
came towards him. As she drew closer he noticed that the first buttons of her blouse
were open, revealing the dark mysterious curves of her ample cleavage. So, this was
Betty's boss, whom he had always imagined as looking like a dowager duchess.
"Go ahead. Talk," she said coyly.
"Well... you see... it's just that I can't find Betty anywhere. I checked at her apartment,
of course. Her roommate said Betty left a note saying she'd be away for the weekend,
but it didn't say where. It isn't like Betty to just take off like this, you know. I mean...
well... I'm a bit concerned. She was feeling kind... of upset..."
"And you're hoping that I can tell you where she is, right?"
Kitty looked straight into his eyes challengingly as she spoke. Then she slid down into
one of the soft chairs near the reception desk. Yes, he was certainly a handsome young
man, she thought, eying him up and down to take in every muscle of his firm young
build. Betty certainly had good taste in men... but how the hell did she manage to hold
on to him without putting out? He didn't look like the type that would stand for any
nonsense.
"Well... yes," Sam stammered, conscious of her intent gaze that was beginning to make
him nervous.
"Well, now, I might at that," she admitted coyly, a plan already forming bold outlines
in her mind. "Come over here and sit down. Relax."
Sam hesitated for a long moment, then decided there was nothing to do but accept the
invitation of this alluring older woman. What was she up to anyway?
What kind of an act was she trying to pull? She certainly seemed to know something
about Betty's hiding place, but why was she acting so coy? Was she trying to prepare
him for something? Or did she simply want something in return for the information
she was about to divulge?
But Kitty didn't give him a hint of what she wanted. Not just then. She simply smiled
pleasantly and put her hand comfortingly on his wrist. She lingered in that pose for a
minute, formulating the last of her plan in her mind. Yes, she would certainly teach
Ron a lesson. Teach him that he wasn't the only young man in her life, that she too
could enjoy a little extra curricular fling.
"Okay," she began seriously, "now listen to me young man. And don't interrupt me till
I'm through. I know this is going to be hard for you to take, but I'm sure it's all for the
best in the end."
Sam's body tensed, braced for this unknown revelation. Apparently there was some sort
of deep dark secret between his fiance and her boss... was it the secret that Betty had
kept from him for so long? Was he now finally going to get an answer to all his
previous questions?
"I'm afraid that Betty is not exactly what you think she is, Sam," she began in slow
measured tones. She watched his brow furrow in curious confusion.
"I'm not sure I understand what you're driving at," he said.
"What I'm driving at is that... well, I'm afraid Betty is not a virgin."
"Not a virgin?" Startled, he gripped the arms of the chair and started to stand up. Then,
sinking back down, he began to wonder what this woman was up to. How the hell did
she know that Betty was or wasn't a virgin? She was Betty's boss all right, but he was
her fiance and surely Betty wouldn't have lied to him!
"Look," said Kitty comfortingly, "don't get upset. I know this sounds crazy, but... well,
Betty said... that she wanted to... to have one sexual encounter... so she could come to
you with experience."
"What!"
"I can tell you don't believe me," Kitty said, looking over at him coyly.
"You're right. I find this awfully hard to believe. I know Betty," he protested.
"Yes. Well, I know her too. And frankly, I find it a little hard to believe, too. She's been
working here in the shop for a long time, and I never would have suspected..."
"Suspected what?" Sam was sitting on the edge of his chair now, gripping the arms with
tense hands, hanging on every word the older woman said.
"Well, I might as well tell you... Last night my son, Ron, informed me that he invited
Betty up to our houseboat on the lake... and that she had accepted."
"For the weekend?"
"For the weekend. The entire weekend." Sam's face flushed with red-hot anger as he
listened to the dispassionate words of the alluring older woman. It was impossible!
Crazy! How could a girl who practically went crazy every time he touched her go
roaring off for the weekend with a total stranger? And this woman! How could she be
so calm knowing that her son... No, it was impossible. Something was dreadfully wrong
here.
"You mean your son had dragged Betty off for the weekend and you didn't do anything
to stop them?"
"What could I do? Besides, you have to understand. My son is a college boy. I expect
him to have his little flings while he's young. A mother has to accept these things."
"Well, you may have to accept his little flings, but I sure as hell don't," Sam roared,
jumping up from his chair and pacing back and forth across the shop. "If you think I'm
going to accept this little fling of Betty's, you're very mistaken."
God, he had never known such raging anger! Remembering all those feeble excuses
Betty had used to fend him off, he seethed with indignation at the thought of her
sleeping now with another man. God, he should have known all along that the hot little
bitch was just begging for somebody to get inside those precious little panties of hers.
And now the truth, the ugly truth had finally come out. He wasn't good enough for
her, no, she had to fuck with somebody else first! What the hell kind of crap was this?
"Bullshit," Sam bellowed angrily. Kitty just watched his torment calmly, sitting cross
legged in the chair, fingering the watch that hung demurely between her ample breasts.
"Anger won't help. But I think I know something that will." She watched him pace the
floor a while longer, watched his anger build to the bursting point.
"Yeah? What?" His face as dark crimson, his veins were throbbing madly in his neck.
"Well, for openers we could start getting to know one another."
"What do you mean, getting to know one another?" he growled.
"I mean this," she said calmly, beginning to unbutton her blouse with a teasing,
tantalizing smile on her face. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, speechless and frozen.
"Hey, hold it a minute," he tried to protest.
He stalked back towards her, putting up his hand as if that would stop her. Kitty simply
smiled and began to slip out of her blouse.
"C'mon, Sam. Wise up. Stop acting like a little boy. Don't you realize that what's good
for the gander is good for the goose?"
The only thing he realized was that his cock was rising to life inside his pants as his
eyes studied this maturely ripe older woman who was seducing him right in her own
beauty shop. What the hell...
Then he began to grow angry again. Jesus, Betty was off screwing some young kid and
I'm here acting like a young kid when his mother is practically begging me to fuck her?
Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, though, after all...
"You know something? I think... maybe you're right."
A self-assured, sensual smile flickered across the older woman's face as she reveled in
her triumph. Well, Betty Miller wasn't the only one who could get a cock to rise, she
thought, looking at the bulge in his pants. She isn't the only one who can screw around
with younger men...
"Listen, why don't we go into the back room? There's a nice cozy bed back there...
some of my girls like to take naps between customers, you know."
Sam loosened his tie and nodded his head in agreement. As he walked back to the back
room he could feel a surge of triumph and excitement raging through his veins,
swelling his cock as he walked. Yes, at first he thought he'd get back at Betty by simply
ringing her neck, beating the shit out of her. But now he realized that Kitty was right,
and that a really vicious way to get back at her was to fuck this older woman, her boss.
That would fix her.
"C'mon, lover, why so slow," Kitty crooned seductively from the doorway.
Sam cursed as he stepped faster, loosening his tie and undoing the top buttons of his
shirt.
At the doorway he stopped, his gazed fixed on the older woman who had slipped out of
her blouse to reveal her ripe mature breasts straining inside her skimpy bra. His cock
began to harden noticeably as she moved closer to him and began to unzip her tight
fitting pants, then, standing only inches away, she stopped, bent down and began to
peel them off like the skin off a banana.
"Like the merchandise?" she whispered, standing in front of him, swaying her hips
seductively, with only her skimpy bra and flimsy panties protecting her from total
nakedness.
She arched her back and slid her hands round behind, paused for a long voluptuous
moment, then unhooked her brassiere and let if fall to the floor, revealing the
sensuously curving mounds of her ripe breasts.
"Well, do you like what you see," she asked again, pursing her lips slightly in open
invitation as she moved up close and curled her hands around his neck.
"Um-hum, I sure do," Sam managed to cough, feeling his throbbing penis eagerly jerk
up harder inside his pants.
"Good. Then take your clothes off, lover boy," the older woman cooed as she slid her
thumbs into her panty waistband, then slipping them down over the smoothly flaring
curves of her hips.
The nakedly alluring older woman stood in front of him and Sam realized that he
suddenly didn't feel nervous at all. Quite the contrary. He felt a growing sense of
glowing power and domination that he had never felt with Betty before. All her silly
schoolgirl ideas about virginity had made him feel helpless and impotent. But now he
felt a surging potency roaring through his already aroused body.
As he stepped out of his pants his eyes never left Kitty, who had leaned back on the bed
with her elbows supporting her naked upper torso. Pulling up one leg toward her lovely
breast, she spread the other out wide to reveal the dark-haired mound of her inviting
pussy nestled in the "vee" of her milk-white thighs.
"Bet Betty has never done this for you, lover boy," she cooed.
"She sure hasn't," Sam admitted, growing more and more angry at his coy young fiance
who had never let him get past those damn precious panties of hers. He'd never even
seen her stark naked, much less posing in such an open, inviting way like this
delectable older woman.
"Well, you can more than make up for it now. But you'll have to get those clothes off
first, sugar."
He stooped over to remove his undershorts, then stood back up, his thick pulsating
penis bulging out in naked and reckless erection. Kitty's eyes were riveted on his every
movement and now were fastened on his blood-filled, palpitating penis. She smiled
lewdly.
"Ummmm, looks yummy, lover. I like your cock. It's going to feel so good up inside
me, twisting deep inside my cunt. God, how I want you to screw me with it!"
He dropped down onto the bed and drew her close to him with an almost savage force.
Moving one hand down, he grasped the firm roundness of her buttocks and cupped
them. Yes, they were soft and firm as he though they would be. Feeling the warmth of
his body next to hers, Kitty raised her head and fastened her warm mouth onto his as
her hand searched down the length of his belly for his thickly throbbing penis. His
body jerked involuntarily as the cool fingers closed around his rigid flesh and his eager
mouth returned her kiss with raging desire. Her odor was scrumptious, her lips soft
even against the pressure of his teeth, her skin so smooth and satiny that it sent chills
scampering over his skin. She ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly
twisting her body and pulling his on top of her with one swift and well-practiced
motion.
Opening her legs wide to take him between them, Kitty grabbed his pulsating hardness
and pressed it against the narrow hair-lined slit of her eagerly waiting cunt. Arching her
back so that they were both lifted off the bed, Kitty felt Sam's hand reach back behind
her shoulder and glide teasingly down her back as she reached under her buttocks and
with his fingers spread her wetly heated vaginal lips wide apart, giving his throbbing
shaft greater contact with her quivering cuntal slit. Then she relaxed, dropping her
nakedly glistening body back to the bed, his stiff massive rod caught securely between
the soft white flesh of her thighs.
"God, put it in me and fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged, smashing her belly close up to
his. Sam pushed his hands further down her back until they reached the fullness of her
ass-cheeks and he pulled her wetly eager pussy up tighter against him. Moving up and
down slowly, his hardness up against her widespread slit, he felt his hot pulsating
maleness growing larger, swelling as the precious slit beneath it grew wider and wetter
with each slowly passing second. Her naked buttocks rotated frantically against his loins
and her legs suddenly jerking out wide on either side, then closed in tight like a vice,
her calves locking against the backs of his thighs.
"God, fuck it into me! Fuck it into me now," she whimpered with an urgent savagery.
Sam wanted to take the initiative, but before he could move Kitty had thrust her hand
down, grabbed his pulsating cock-head and guided it between the lips of her lustmoistened 
cunt. Sam groaned with passionate pleasure as he felt her move his massive
cock-head up and down between her legs, parting her soft silky vaginal hair, rubbing it
up against the inviting pink slit of her cunt.
His passions roused to dizzying heights, Sam automatically flicked his hips forward
with a sudden cunt-splitting thrust that drove his hotly pulsating shaft deep into the
gaping wet folds of her warmly engulfing pussy.
"Yessss, yessss, lover... deeper... deeper!" she cried as he thrust deep inside her, feeling
the warm elastic sheath slip wetly over his hard massive cock... God, she felt so tight,
like a virgin! Only better than a virgin because the older woman could control her
vaginal muscles so well, making her better than a virgin, better than Betty could ever
hope to be!
So warm, so tight, so good as he thrust deeper into the depths of her tight, passion
flooded cunt, his cock throbbing wildly within the slippery wetness of her cuntal
passage as he rammed ever harder, ever forward.
With a sudden surge, Sam hit bottom. His cum-loaded balls slapped hard against the
rounded cheeks of her shapely ass and the older woman screamed with pain, a low cat
like howl that pierced the silent room.
Sam was proud, proud that he was powerful enough to hurt her this way, as he felt her
twist away underneath him at the unexpected pain of his brutal entry. He lunged his
loins harder against hers, thrusting his virile thickness deeper into her wetly throbbing
pussy, before laying still finally for a moment to allow her pain to subside.
"Oh, yes, lover, ram that beautiful cock deep into me" she crooned.
Suddenly a hungry passion seized her and she began frantically fucking her pelvis
against him, his cock growing and swelling with each new lunge as if it would burst any
second from the excruciating pleasure mounting in his testicles as they slapped against
the firm roundness of her ass below. Kitty began to pant and moan as she continued to
fuck like a woman gone mad with desire.
My God, she was getting ready to cum! Already! He hadn't been inside her more than a
minute when she gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them
around him in rhythm to his long hard thrusts into her. The knowledge that she was
about to explode made him thrust in and out of her wildly quivering pussy with all his
masculine strength and her low gurgles of insatiable pleasure echoed through his ears.
"Yes, fuck me hard, hard, lover! Harder in to me..." Then her words faded in obscene
mumbles as she jack-knifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees into the soft fullness of
her quivering breasts as she offered him the full luxurious opening of her wetly pliant
pussy upraised to meet his every powerful thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head,
which thrashed from side to side straining for the explosion she would burst through
her insides at any moment.
"Yes, lover, harder. I'm cumming, cumming," she gasped, her mouth gaping wide in
ecstatic abandon. The sounds that escaped from her gaping mouth were mumbled,
incoherent noises as she pulled her thighs tighter and tighter until the whole of her
pink moist vaginal opening was presented up to him to do with as he would. Her
ankles gripped Sam over his shoulders as her trembling ass-cheeks rippled beneath him
in a dance of savage ecstasy.
The two panting bodies slapped together with utter abandon as her wild wail pierced
the night with pagan brutality – "I'm cumming! Cumming again!" Screwing herself
ever further on his massively thrusting cock, she tightened her thighs around him and
pumped up and down on it with all her strength.
Suddenly, he could feel his throbbing cock jerk inside her warm cavern and he groaned
as the white hot sperm shot deep into her belly like a sheet of liquid flame burning into
the depths of the wildly humping woman.
"Fill me," she cried. "Fill me with your cum, lover boy! Cum in me until I'm filled!"
Her eyes flew open in exquisite ecstasy while her pink cuntal lips palpitated feverishly
around his long hot hardness pistoning in and out of her.
It seemed like their vicious hunger could never be satiated as they jerked and ground
their loins against one another, rapt and mindless in their mutual rapture. Finally, Sam
withdrew his reluctant, but now depleted, young cock out of the hotly clasping pussy
and she moaned in utter satisfaction below him.
"Good, very good lover boy," she whispered, putting her lips up close against his ear.
"Yeah, good. And that ought to serve Betty right, after what she's done to me," he said
angrily, his eyes fixed all the while on the glistening, alluring naked body of the older
woman.
Yes, that ought to serve Betty right, he thought to himself, as he watched Kitty's hand
reach over and slowly begin to stroke the inside of his thigh...


Chapter 7

Betty lay on the blanket, silent and thoughtful. Tears trickled down her young cheeks as
she thought of what had happened to her that night, of how she had been brutally
violated... and of how her passions had gotten the best of her. She was so ashamed, so
mortified. What would Sam say, what would he do if he ever found out? Thoughts of
Sam mingled with thoughts of the crazy excitement she had experienced and caused her
mind into a hopeless spinning confusion.
One thing she wasn't confused about, though, and that was the need to get out of there
in a hurry, before something else terrible happened and she lost her head again.
She looked down at the rhythmically breathing man beside her in the woods, her eye
suddenly caught by the thick but limp penis hanging between his splayed legs. The
tears of remorse welled up in her eyes again...
Yes, I've got to get out of here. Right away!
Rising softly, slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping boy beside her, Betty moved
quietly away. No telling what he might do if he woke up! Not bothering with her shoes
and stockings, she merely slipped her dress over her head and stole off towards the
houseboat.
Now, before she could go anywhere, she needed the keys to her car. And they were
upstairs in the bedroom along with the rest of her things. She would have to creep
softly up there...
She crossed the gangplank and turned the front door knob with painful slowness to
avoid disturbing the occupants, who she assumed were fast asleep somewhere inside.
She had walked about three steps into the houseboat, to the edge of the living room,
when suddenly she froze in her tracks.
"Oh my God," she gasped, her head spinning wildly in dizzying confusion so that she
had to grip the edge of the bar next to her.
What she saw was almost too outlandish, too outrageous to believe. There, in the
middle of the living room, kneeling down on her hands and knees was Ron's sister
Carrie. And while the two college students hovered above with salacious grins on their
faces, this girl was down there on all fours being mounted by the huge hairy Irish Setter
she had seen earlier in the evening!
God, look at that! How could she do such a thing? How repulsive! But in spite of her
revulsion, Betty's eyes were riveted to the salacious spectacle before her, to the dog
whose legs were planted firmly between Carrie's thighs, to his frantic pelvis bucking
back and forth, to his long scarlet animal penis fucking with long hard strokes into
Carrie's wantonly grinding young cunt.
The dog opened and closed its mouth, leaving specks of dribble on Carrie's whitely
shimmering back as she ground her hips back to meet each pistoning thrust of the
pulsating cock that skewered her deep into her belly. Her mouth hung open and low
moans escaped from it as her nakedly kneeling body moved in reckless and obscene lust
back and forth.
"Yes, fuck me you beast! Fuck me hard and good, damn you," Carried screamed and
she bucked back and forth in rhythm with the wild thrusts of the huge animal.
Betty wanted to scream, but held herself back because the last thing she wanted to do
was call attention to herself. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at Carrie.
What are you doing? Don't you realize she was just as much of an animal as that
vicious dog, crawling like that on her hands and knees just to satisfy the cruel obscene
desires of those two lewd college boys?
She studied the two boys, who were obviously unaware of anything in the world except
the boldly brazen scene before them, their eyes fixed like hungry animals on the
nakedly undulating girl. Mike was clad only in his undershorts, his aroused penis
bulging inside them like a battering ram. Steve stood beside him, naked and glistening
with sweat, his cock alive with naked desire.
"Go, Duke, go!" he shouted. "Fuck that horny little bitch like she's never been fucked
before!"
My God, this "party" had turned into a real orgy!
"Yes, yes," Carrie moaned, "fuck me you beast. Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried, thrusting
her buttocks back against the mammoth dog flesh that tunneled up into her hotly
throbbing pussy.
Urged on by their cries, the huge dog humped up closer to his writhing human bitch
and pushed his massive cock further into her wetly clasping cunt, deep savage growls
rumbling from his chest as he flashed his sharp white fangs.
God, I've got to get out of here! My only chance, Betty thought, is to get back out
through that door before they see me.
But in her eagerness to escape, she turned and her hand caught a glass that was sitting
on the edge of the bar. It tumbled to the plush carpet below with a loud thud.
Steve turned suddenly at the noise, while the nakedly churning buttocks of the young
girl continued to arch up, to buck back and forth as the massive dog drove his
thundering red penis deep inside her cock-hungry vagina.
"Well, well, well," Steve bellowed drunkenly as Betty cowed against the mahogany bar.
"Will ya look who's here? It's another bitch for Duke!"
With an evil, lewd grin he advanced toward Betty while Mike merely watched. Both
seemed raving drunk and crazed with wanton lust.
"How about it, baby? Wanna fuck with my Duke of a dog, eh?"
"N-no. No! Please, leave me alone," Betty cried as she turned and ran for the door – in
a desperate attempt to escape this lust-crazed orgy.
The grin on his face turned into a grimace of ugly hate as he lunged towards the
scampering young girl and grabbed her fiercely by the arm, drawing her close to him.
She could feel the bulge of his aroused penis as he pulled her trembling body up against
his.
"Oh, c'mon. It's fun! C'mon, watch the end of the show," he hissed.
"No! Let me alone! Let me out of here," she screamed, trying with all her might to
escape his vise-like grip. But Steve only roared with laughter and tightened his fingers
around her arm, biting into the soft supple flesh. Though she tried vainly to resist, he
pulled her towards the center of the room, the center of the action.
She could see Mike grinning at her, obviously enjoying her torment as his friend
pinned her arms behind her back and held her once again close against his throbbing
cock, his lust-impassioned loins.
Pulling her head around to face the lewd spectacle of this long-haired dog fucking
young Carrie, Steve laughed and roared, "Don't look away now, little girl. You'll miss
all the fun if you don't watch!"
He thrust her closer to the lurid action, still gripping her wrists behind her back, then
his free hand slid over the front of her dress to cup one of her quivering young breasts.
"Well, the little bitch isn't wearing her bra now," he chuckled. "Ron must have really
done a number on you, huh? Got your pussy all nice and slippery for us big boys, did
he?" The despair that he saw on her face only made him laugh all the louder, all the
more cruelly.
Betty tried to squirm away from Steve's tight grasp again, only to feel an intense pain
shoot through her arm as he twisted it back even further.
"C'mon, you little bitch, you don't want to miss any of this, do you?" he asked as he
rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Betty closed her eyes for a moment
to avoid seeing the carnal lust of the large dog screwing his bloated cock into Ron's
younger sister... but soon she opened them again, finding herself mesmerized by the
obscene sight in front of her.
Struggling to clamp his forelegs even more tightly around Carrie's slender naked waist,
the dog worked himself into a frothing frenzy as his wetly glistening scarlet penis
plunged in and out of her quivering cunt again and again. And Carrie, too, was
becoming more frantic as she savagely thrust her naked buttocks back up at him,
pumping and pumping as if to draw out the very last ounce of his strength. Her lips
parted and a wanton groan of desire slipped out.
Betty, torn between a slowly rising desire and a frantic repulsion, screamed out. "God,
no! Stop! Stop it – let me go! Leave me alone!"
"Look at it," Steve hissed, putting his hot mouth close to her ear. "Watch it all and
then, it'll be your turn!"
Betty felt dizzy and her heart thumped inside her chest as if it would burst. No, no they
couldn't make her... they wouldn't be so cruel as to let that enormous dog shove his
huge penis into her just deflowered little vagina. They just couldn't... What she had
already done that night was bad enough!
Panting heavily and frothing at the mouth, the gigantic Irish Setter suddenly bucked
forward as Carrie's feverishly pumping cunt clamped hotly around his huge thrusting
thickness.
"AAAAAGH! OOOOWWWW!" she cried in bestial delight as the animal suddenly
shuddered and then burst forth with the wild fury of a caged beast, his hot animal cum
spewing out, wave after wave like a dam bursting up into Carrie's human vagina as her
buttocks pumped and swayed and ground up against his in hungrily milking little
sucking motions.
Betty snapped her eyes shut again in horrid repulsion. God, this was awful, terrible, she
had never even imagined anything so grotesque. Yet, at the same time, she recognized
strange waves of sensuous lust rippling through her now wetly throbbing vagina. Still,
she squirmed and fought against Steve's vise-like grip as she felt his massive pulsating
shaft press up against her buttocks.
"God, no. No. Oh please, no!" she cried but not from repulsion this time. Now she was
crying out against the crazy surge of lewd desire roaring and racing all through her
body, from her trembling breasts through her belly down through her milky white
lusciously curving thighs. She knew that she couldn't resist the obscene excitement of
this horrible spectacle any longer and yet she knew, too, that she must try.
Just then she saw Carrie pull her wetly clasping cunt free from the dog's long red penis,
after which Carrie stood up and noticed Betty for the first time.
"Well, if it isn't our little virgin," she said scornfully.
"Yes, indeed," answered Steve, "and I think maybe Ron had warmed up her little pussy
for us, stretched it out a bit, too."
"You think so," Carrie said, turning to Betty with a knowing and triumphant smile.
"Yeah. But we're gonna see for sure in just a minute." Then, turning to Betty again and
giving her arm another hard and painful twist, Steve commanded, "Now, take that dress
off, bitch."
Betty paused for a moment, listening to the last remnants of her conscience which told
her to run as fast and as far as she could. But her conscience was interrupted by the
pain shooting through her arm as Steve gave it another vicious twist.
"I said take it off, bitch."
"And so with trembling fingers, Betty slid the zipper down the back of her dress. Then
she paused again.
"Keep going. All the way off, bitch."
As slowly as she could, she reached down for the hem of her dress, drew it up, up, up
and over her shoulders, slid it over her dizzy head then tossed it in a heap on the floor.
"Is this what you want," she glared defiantly up at them, trying to sound scornful and
proud but managing only to sound frightened and nervous instead.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want," the young college student bellowed. "But that's not all
I want. Now, get down on all fours."
"W-what?" Betty stammered helplessly. They couldn't...
"I said, down on all fours – you heard me. Down!" Steve commanded with such
authority that the cowed young girl dared not refuse.
Betty knelt down, obeying the harsh command although her naked body was trembling
violently. God, what were they going to do to her? How could she endure all the
horrors they had in mind? And yet, at the same time, she could feel her resistance
slowly melting away, slowly fading behind the new and lewd excitement that was
rampaging through her body and that was about to make her mere putty in their hands.
The idea of doing obscene things with these perfect strangers held a vivid fascination
for this innocent young girl, and a strange yet powerful lusty sensation pulsed wildly
now through her loins.
"Ummm, what an ass," Steve muttered appreciatively as he stood back to study its
luscious curves. As he spoke Mike walked around in front of Betty, studying her naked
body while his huge pendulous cock hung down right in front of her face, sending
shivers of pleasure running through her.
Through the foggy haze in her mind, Betty could feel Steve begin to massage her ass
cheeks through her protective panties, kneading and squeezing and fondling and
caressing until she was ready to scream with frustrated desire. But then suddenly she
felt his hands trying to roll the panties down over her curvaceous hips.
The familiar panic seized her. "NO! No, don't take them off. Leave my panties on,
please! Anything... I'll do anything. All of you can fuck me, only leave them on!"
Mike and Steve looked at each other, shrugged, then Steve said, "Sure, baby. Sure. If
you say so..." God, what a dizzy chick! Well, what the hell? If she wanted to have her
panties on, if she got her kicks that way, who was he to deny her?
Steve was determined, though, to continue his seduction, panties or no. His hands
began slowly drawing apart her soft rounded buttocks and Betty tried to resist by
tensing up her buttock muscles, but the pressure of his determined thumbs inserting
themselves in the moist crevice was too great. Thus her panty-clad ass-cheeks were
drawn apart and she could feel the cool rush of air past her panty's elastic leg band into
the hot interior of the softly yielding crevice.
"What a tight little ass she's got," Steve hissed. "Too tight, though, to fuck. I'd better
stretch it out a little."
The next thing Betty knew Steve was sliding the tip of his outstretched middle finger
beneath the elastic band of her panties until it reached the small, tightly puckered little
circle of her anus. She knew it was going to hurt so she clenched her ass-cheeks
together but soon realized the futility of her effort. Steve's relentlessly searching finger
probed for a moment on the outer edges of her hotly clenching anal ring then shoved
forward as Steve grinned above, sinking into the hot depths of her rectum up to its first
knuckle. Betty jumped a little, expecting a great surge of pain... but it wasn't so bad
after all. However, soon she did jump forward to avoid the painful entry of the second
finger ramming up inside her and she groaned mournfully.
"God, don't! That hurts too much!" Tears streaked down her face not only from the
pain, but from the realization that Steve had really meant what he said, that he really
meant to humiliate her, to fuck her right there, in front of Carrie and Mike.
But then it looked like Mike was getting ideas of his own. Standing over her, looking
down at the nakedly tapering curve of her back, he began stroking the bulbous
pulsating head of his cock with his thumb and forefinger. He wasn't about to let Steve
have all the fun. No way! While his friend was bringing up the rear, he would take care
of this end, making the little bitch suck him off. There was nothing that could please
him more than the little so-called virgin getting fucked and skewered by cocks from
both ends.
Mike was growing delirious with desire as he watched Steve worm his fingers around
deep up into her tightly clasping asshole and withdrew them again with a soft wet
hissing sound. He listened to the lewd sucking sound as her tight little anus closed
elastically around his withdrawing fingers and he watched as Steve forced her legs wider
apart with his knees then dropped to the floor and began licking wetly at the dark
crevice between her buttocks, moistening the tightly clasping hole for the more
penetrating entry to come.
"God, she really wants it! Look at her hot little asshole suck in," Steve growled as he
pulled her panty crotch-band still further aside from her alluring anal crevice.
He continued to spread her legs wider with his knees, his hairy legs scratching against
the sensitive flesh of her milky white thighs. She was helpless and alone, completely at
his mercy, and the young girl bit her lips trying to keep back the tears of agony and
impending doom that were welling in her eyes.
Meanwhile, the other huge throbbing penis dangled right in front of her face and as her
smoothly rounded buttocks were being levered up higher, she shut her eyes. She could
sense Mike's legs near her head but couldn't look. Next thing she knew the young
college boy had grabbed her head by the hair and was pulling it up, sliding his thickly
pulsating cock along her wetly trembling lips.
At the same time the humiliated young girl could feel Steve in back of her, fastening his
hands to her hips to hold them steady as he guided his eagerly pulsating shaft toward
her fearfully trembling little anus. With his other hand he pulled the crotch-band of her
panties still further aside from her quivering buttocks.
God, let me get out of here before I go wild and scream out for them to fuck me like I
did back in the woods.
Betty gasped when she first felt his pulsating cock-head contact her tightly puckered
little anus! God, it was huge! Monstrously large, even bigger than Ron Drake's! How on
earth could she take that enormous thing up inside her rectum without splitting her
belly wide open! In a desperate attempt to get away from this monstrously large cock,
she jerked forward only to find herself trapped, feeling the hard fleshy head of Mike's
heavily pulsating cock slipping wetly up against her inadvertently parted lips.
She was losing her balance, straining at the same time to escape the brutal entry at both
ends. Suddenly Mike's hands jerked her head up and she lunged uncontrollably forward
and his thick rod of flesh rushed through her lips into the warmly blanketing depths of
her saliva-choked mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of his massive cock-head
sliding down the length of her trembling tongue tearing her thoughts momentarily
away from the other throbbing rod of flesh trying to ram unmercifully into her tightly
puckered rectum from behind.
Betty's eyes flicked open momentarily, then clenched shut again to close out the sight of
his curly pubic hairs as his cock rammed in and out of her mouth, withdrawing on the
backstroke only the hotly swollen cock-head remained inside the warm moist cavern.
Her cheeks puffed as moisture filled her mouth when she was shoved forward burying
the shaft deep in her unwilling throat. Thus she couldn't scream when that huge
relentless penis began to slide in and out of her widespread buttocks from behind. And
Steve was merciless, relentlessly and continuously shoving that massive shaft into her
inch by tortured inch until finally he was buried to the hilt up between her helplessly
squirming ass-cheeks.
"Ummmm," he groaned, "this is some kinda tight little asshole!"
Mike grinned with sadistic pleasure at the sight of the sweat-glistening body' of the
helplessly kneeling young woman, watching his thrusting mass of flesh below and the
hotly throbbing shaft skewering up into her vainly resisting little anus from behind. He
timed his powerful thrusts into her cock-contorted face to coincide with those of Steve
in back, holding her head tight as she coughed and sputtered and occasionally
attempted to groan as the swollen tip brushed all the way back up against her tonsils
when he fucked forward. He almost laughed out loud in triumph when he saw her
tender moist lips grasping tighter and tighter around his glistening penis as her warm
wet mouth became accustomed to the unaccustomed assault. Yes, she was definitely
getting with it, he decided, as soon as he felt the first tremulous licks of her tongue flick
against his cock-head on the withdrawal stroke.
Betty's very helplessness, the very cruel ravishment of her naked body brought strange
ripples of masochistic fire surging through her loins and she felt her excitement
increasing with every stroke, with every moment. Her lewd passions built and built
until she licked and sucked like a demon gone mad, a thin river of Mike's pre-ejaculate
fluid and her own saliva dribbling from the corners of her hungrily working mouth.
And still the fire was flaming through her veins until she thought she was about to
burst. Orgasm! She was approaching orgasm already!
And Steve, behind, could feel the growing tide of her animal excitement, which only
spurred him on to greater heights of excitement himself. Gripping her tightly, he thrust
his eagerly throbbing cock further and further into her rectum as she attempted to
groan with each brutal plunge in a mixture of pain and pleasure. With each stroke of
his massive penis into the soft fiery depths of her rectum he expanded the tiny hole just
a little more and, oh God, the spasms of pleasure that rippled through her body were
beginning to drive her wild!
God, she was actually enjoying this! She was being debased and humiliated and treated
like a common whore off the streets... a whore! Yes, that's exactly what she was! And a
strange masochistic delight rippled through every fiber of her being at this thought!
Yes, a whore and she would act like one! She could act like one and be destroyed by it,
fucked in the ass until she couldn't stand up straight ever again! The lewd subjugation
of her helplessly kneeling form was driving her to mad heights of lust-incited sensation!
She couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't hide the waves of craven delight rippling
through her lust-driven loins.
"Ooooohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me deeper," she suddenly screamed, her words muffled
around the rapidly pistoning penis lunging into her mouth.
That cry was all Steve needed to spur him on. Muttering obscenities delightedly, he
began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the tightly grasping depths of
her soft back passage bringing still further encouragement from between her cock
contorted lips. The writhing young girl had never felt at once so vile and so ecstatically
pleasure-ridden as she did at that moment as her whole rectal channel felt wet and
throbbed with a life of its own as he levered up behind and began to ram the entire
length of his huge massive piston into her warm anus with longer, smoother strokes.
His thrusts pulled her white protective panties in and out with the base of his cock each
time he drew back for another merciless plunge inside her. The kneeling young girl was
fuzzily aware of his lewd chuckles as he pushed down hard on her buttocks with every
powerful stroke of his rampaging cock, trapping her glistening young body between the
skewering from behind and the hands in front which savagely pulled her head tight
against Mike's rhythmically grinding loins. There could be no escape for this tender
young slave, and she wanted none now.
That is, her body wanted none. But her mind still grappled with the strange thoughts of
degradation and humiliation as she heard the grunts and groans of pleasure reaching
her ears from in front and behind. She wanted to destroy them all, to hurt them and
kill them for the debasement they were heaping upon her naked body. In her new
anger she tightly clasped her anal muscles against the pounding thrusts of Steve's rigid
pole of flesh lunging into her helpless body.
"Aaaaaaugh!" he groaned. "Jesus, this is a tight little asshole. I can't stand it!" He threw
back his head in unsurpassed ecstasy, knowing she couldn't bear it much longer,
knowing that something had to give inside her, that she was about to cum.
In lust-driven passion, Betty began now to push her hips back to meet each forward
thrust of his long hard cock, undulating her glistening naked body and swinging her
buttocks around in tiny lewd circles, clasping tightly with her hungry anus on each out
stroke. Steve was groaning with pleasure as he watched her panties draw sensuously
back with his wetly throbbing penis and he felt the unmistakably eager little movement
of her ripened buttocks before him.
The young college boy groaned again and plunged into her with a newfound fury,
knowing she was now his completely and would unquestioningly do whatever he
pleased. Yes, he had her where he wanted her, a slave ready to obey his every lewd
command.
No, there was no longer the slightest tinge of resistance left in this young ex-virgin
impaled on his cock. And now, he would fuck her like she'd never been fucked before,
and she would love every second of it... she was loving it now, already, he told himself
as he watched the wanton circling of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back
while she worked and ground back into him with obscene eagerness.
At the same time he could see her head rolling from side to side as her hungrily
sucking lips worked their magic on Mike's thick rigid cock ramming into the
sensuously welcoming depths of her throat. God, look at that face, flushing red with the
intensity of her efforts! And those eyes, mindlessly watching some rapturous vague
point in mid-air!
Savagely she bucked her naked body back and forth against the thickly skewering cock
slamming into the heated depths of her tightly clasping rectum. Grunting and groaning
and moaning, she knew instinctively as women always have throughout the ages that
both these men were nearing their final triumph.
Steve, too, could sense the approaching climax and so he began to fuck even harder
into her tight little anus, battering her eagerly quivering buttocks with his grinding
pelvis. He gripped her soft sensitive thighs even harder now, trying to pull her back
over his long eager cock ever more forcefully.
His hands gripping still tightly on her fleshy thighs, his eyes rolling back in his head,
Steve jolted forward with a mighty thrust, his hardened pole of flesh ripping up deep
into the dark cavern of her anus.
"Aaaaaauuuugh! Gooooddddd!" she groaned insensibly. "Fuck me deeper, harder,
deeper, damn you! Yeeeesss, yessssss," she roared as she felt the giant tormenting piston
of flesh begin to grow larger and larger inside her until she thought it would burst its
seams. It was killing her, stretching the muscles of her rectum beyond superhuman
endurance... and she loved it! Damn! Loved it and wanted it like she had never wanted
anything in her entire life.
"For God's sake, CUM," she shrieked as she bucked back wildly against Steve's heavily
thrusting loins. Working with all his young strength, he shoved forward one last time
with a thrust that nearly tore right through her wildly milking rectal walls. His hot
white cum surged out in wave after wave after wave, soaking not only the cavern of her
rectum but also drenching the white silken panties before flowing in a torrential river
down the insides of her nakedly trembling thighs. She could feel his hot, life-giving
liquid filling her anal passage with a warm wet stickiness and could hear him groaning
with delight and he collapsed over her kneeling naked body shoving her still further
toward the thick throbbing penis that was still fucking relentlessly in and out of her
warm velvety mouth.
Groaning and trembling with his approaching climax, Mike pushed his hands in tight
against her thrashing head, pulling her cock-stuffed face back and forth between his
lewdly splayed legs.
With incomprehensible sighs and sounds escaping from her lips with each outward
thrust, Betty clasped her mouth tight around the madly pulsating cock and feverishly
licked and flicked her tongue around it. The lust-swollen head of his penis drove
against her tonsils as her mouth pumped and sucked, her cheeks puffing furiously, her
cum-laced buttocks thrashing and wriggling back against the collapsed form draped
over her nakedly grinding ass-cheeks.
And now it was Mike's turn. Now she could feel the huge fleshy cock inside her mouth
growing larger, fuller, more impatient. Her tongue licked and sucked and caressed it
with barbarous passion until Mike thrust his eager pelvis forward towards her face one
last time.
A savage groan caught in her throat as her Adam's apple rhythmically bobbed,
swallowing the surging sperm that gushed relentlessly from the pulsating tip of his
penis into the warm moist confines of her mouth. She grasped the throbbing mass
tightly with lust-incited lips and sucked it with an obscene hunger until it slowly began
to grow limp.
Mike was satisfied, satisfied and nearly exhausted as his sweating hands pushed her
hand away from his now limp penis. "Christ, what a blow job," he whistled in
admiration. But his ecstatic pleasure soon dimmed as he looked down at the wildly
thrashing young girl who seemed about to go out of her mind.
"God, give me more! More! Somebody, somebody fuck me, fuck me now!" she pleaded
looking up at them with glazed eyes, pleading for fulfillment, a naked animal down on
all fours begging for a virile penis to satiate her bestial desires...

* * *

"Well, I still say that's a pretty hard story to believe," Sam sighed as Kitty Drake's
canary yellow Cadillac pulled out from the driveway behind her shop.
Asking him to "understand" was asking a lot as far as Sam could see. It had been bad
enough when Kitty told him about Betty spending the weekend with Ron up at their
houseboat, but just moments ago he had learned that they wouldn't be alone together
up there, that Ron had also invited a couple of his fraternity buddies up too...
Well, he had gotten back at Betty all right. He had screwed her boss, an experienced
older woman. That would pay her back for the game she had played with him, for that
innocent little virgin act of hers that he had believed all these months while his
frustration built up almost to the bursting point. One thing was for sure – she wasn't
expecting to see him this weekend. Yes, indeed, two could play this little game... hell, he
could hardly wait to see the look on her face when he walked in the door...
"How long before we'll be there," he asked impatiently.
"Relax, lover boy. We've got a nice long leisurely ride in front of us," she crooned coyly.
"Well, I can't wait to get there, to get my hands on that sneaky, lying little bitch," he
said, wrapping his fingers up in a tight fist.


Chapter 8

"C'mon, you bastard, fuck me! Fuck me, damn you!" Betty cried, looking up at Steve
who was standing before her, his cock hanging limply between his legs.
"Well, well, the little bitch can't wait, can she? Got you all hot and bothered, did we?"
he sneered in triumph. Yes, they'd gotten her all hot and bothered all right. Look at the
hungry bitch, still down on all fours, transformed from a timid little virgin to a raving
whore begging to be fucked.
Betty glared up at him, wanting to hurt him for mocking her humiliating pleas. She
wanted to suck and lick that uselessly dangling cock into blood-filled life again, to get it
up inside her belly and keep it there, to milk him drier than he had ever been milked
before.
"Fuck me, damn you. Or hasn't the little boy got what it takes," she challenged him
again, crawling forward between his legs and licking hotly at the now uselessly deflated
cock-head. Like a wild creature she sucked and licked and tried feverishly to coax his
deflated cock-head back into surging life. But it was too late and he knew it, too.
Angrily, he pushed her away and turned around.
"Haven't got what it takes, do you, lover? Can't get it up now, can you?" she hissed at
his retreating figure, reveling in her own triumph. She knew he was growing red with
anger and knew also that she had humiliated him like he had humiliated her before and
she was glad.
But then he turned around to face her with a lewd and leering grin.
"I got a cock for you, baby. Old Duke'll give you some cock! He's got more than the
two of us put together, haven't you, old Duke?" Mike grinned at him from across the
room as Betty realized that the two boys had trapped her once again and were now
ready to debase and humiliate her even further.
"Come on over here, Duke," Steve snapped. And immediately the dog trotted over to
him, panting in eager anticipation.
"Yes, old Duke will take care of you: Ask that bitch over there," he snorted, pointing to
the limply lying Carrie. "He fucked her till she nearly fainted, didn't you, Duke?"
The dog merely looked up at his master, panting with his pink tongue dangling out of
his mouth.
A lewd pleasure kindled in Steve's eyes as he watched Betty's defiance shrink back in
fear. God, how could she do this terrible thing? She had gone too far already, she could
never go that far! She couldn't let herself be fucked by this massive dog no matter how
badly her frustration demanded a cock stuffed up inside her belly.
"Go to it, Duke," Steve barked, his eyes Hashing now with wicked and sinful lust. The
dog crept slowly forward toward the naked young girl who, still on all fours, tried to
back away, to escape from the horrible, unthinkable fate that approached her now.
"No... not the dog," the terrified young girl begged, tears welling into her eyes. "No,
please, not the dog!" She could see his huge jaws menacingly parted, his eager tongue
drooping out of his mouth, dribbles of lustful saliva hanging from his long mouth, as
he panted heavily, drawing closer and closer to the cowed young girl.
Suddenly he was beside her, his tongue slowly licking up and down her naked back like
warm wet sandpaper. She trembled with fear, closed her eyes and prayed that he would
go away.
"God, please, get him away from me," she cried through tears that were streaming
down her cheeks.
Suddenly a voice pierced through her fear.
"Call the fucking dog off," Carrie snarled. She was slouching towards Betty now from
the couch where she had been regrouping her strength.
"God, thanks, Carrie. I... I... I just couldn't..." Betty stammered thankfully, as Steve
grabbed the dog by its collar and pulled it away.
Mike and Steve watched in utter amazement as the lithely sensual young blonde girl
approached the sobbing naked girl on the floor. Something in the way she slithered
across the room told them she was about to do something... something exciting and
lewd that they hadn't expected. Their eyes followed Carrie's curvaceous body clad only
in a lacy garter belt and stockings as she sank down on her knees next to Betty.
A hush gripped the room. The two excited young men watched and waited to see what
was about to happen. For surely something spectacular was about to occur. They could
tell by the way Carrie was staring at Betty with a strange and obscene light in her eyes.
"Oh thank you, thank you, Carrie," Betty cried, grateful for being saved from that
menacing dog. But then she noticed something, something strange and mysterious in
the far-away look that hovered in Carrie's dark brown eyes.
Without warning Carrie began to run her fingers delicately, teasingly up and down
Betty's naked back until Betty began to be shaken by obscure tingling sensations all
along the entire length of her body. What was going on here? What... She looked up
into Carrie's deeply brooding eyes and felt herself being irresistibly drawn to the girl.
"Come..." Carrie whispered softly, her moistened lips half parted, beckoning Betty
forward.
But Betty was too confused, too perplexed to answer and instead merely gazed into
Carrie's eyes as if to ask what this was all about. Before she could speak or move,
Carrie had leaned forward and pressed her wetly glistening lips against Betty's.
God, let me out of here! How could this happen? What does she want? How depraved
can she be? Without really trying too hard, Betty attempted to back away from Carrie,
but the lithely athletic young girl's arms held her fast and drew their nearly naked
bodies together until Betty found herself submitting to the unnatural lesbian act. And
taking part in it by opening her mouth to receive Carrie's hungrily thrusting tongue.
Next thing she knew Carrie's smooth sensual fingers were caressing and fondling her
breasts and nipping at her pink nipples, urging them to erectness. Yes, do it! Oh, how
she loved it!
Without warning Carrie pressed herself on top of Betty, forcing her naked body down
against the soft plush carpet. She thrust her rapidly flicking tongue inside Betty's mouth
while their whitely shimmering breasts and nipples rubbed together in growing
passionate excitement.
"Christ, will you look at them," Steve mumbled, watching the scene with widely
bulging eyes.
"God, look at those hot little bitches go," Mike cried, clapping his hands together in
wild excitement.
Both he and Steve gaped in amazement as they watched the two naked young girls,
Carrie's hands coursing wildly over Betty's body, over her lushly ripened breasts, while
their tongue darted in and out of each other's wetly glistening lips with hungry passion.
God, what a show!
The newly aroused virgin's mind swirled in dizzy confusion. How could this be
happening to her? How could she allow such a depraved and obscene encounter? What
was the meaning of this warm naked flesh pressing against her, fondling her, kissing
her – all soft and warm and well perfumed – what was going to happen? How could
she permit this to happen?
Her conscience struggled against her carnal impulses as she struggled to buck her body
up and away from the hot flesh of the other woman. But her rampaging lust soon got
the better of her conscience, sending spasms of rampant lust through her loins. It was
wrong, wrong to let another woman arouse her in this obscene way... and yet... yet. .
her tortured loins were begging for more. She didn't care who was on top of her now,
man or woman, she didn't give a damn. She locked her legs tightly around Carrie's
waist and began pulling their curl-fringed vaginal mounds together while she shoved
her tongue ever deeper into Carrie's mouth and then both women began to feverish
sucking action. Carrie's hands traveled down over Betty's panties and began gently
fondling her ass-cheeks while their pelvises ground salaciously against each other.
"Yes, yes, touch me! Oh God, touch me," Betty begged suddenly as she reached in back
of the other woman and began prying her smoothly rounded buttocks apart, trying to
shove her extended middle finger into the other's tightly puckered anal opening.
In response, Carrie threw her hotly grinding pussy harder against her willing partner
and at the same time stretched her fingers down to pull aside the silken crotch-band of
Betty's panties, expertly caressing her hotly throbbing cuntal slit.
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on here," Ron Drake bellowed, slamming the
front door shut behind him with a loud bang. He blinked his eyes in disbelief and stood
frozen. God, that teasing little virgin had given him enough trouble and now there she
was, writhing and twisting around on the floor with his goddamned sister! Not only
was she weird about her panties but she was a damn lesbian too! What a screwy chick!
That dumb Carrie had turned her on so much the screwy little chick didn't know if she
was coming or going, didn't care who or what was screwing her!
His anger threatened to get the best of him until he looked across the room and saw
Duke straining at his collar to get away from Steve, to get into the thick of the action.
That's it! That's what those two crazy broads need! With a twisted grin on his face, Ron
thought of how that big old dog could really bust up inside that virgin's cunt!
While the two women undulated against each other in lewd and abandoned passion,
Ron bellowed to Steve, "Let him loose, damn it!" Then, suddenly, the three men moved
into action in a spontaneously coordinated attack. Powerful hands pried the two
obscenely entwined females apart, grasping hands and legs wherever they found them.
Grunting loudly, they set Betty down on the long low coffee table near the window.
Betty didn't know what was happening any longer but squirmed and fought against the
brute force instinctively. All she knew was that her body was ravished with desire, that
her cunt was nothing but a squealing mass of raw and unsatisfied passion.
"Oh God, fuck me! Someone, anyone, fuck me please! PLEASE!"
"I told you she was a hot little bitch," Ron beamed at Mike, who held the girls' arms
down on the table. With a quick deft motion Ron knelt down at the foot of the table
and with a wide, lecherous grin said, "Now I'm gonna pave the way a little for old
Duke over there."
At that moment Carrie broke away from Steve's grasp and darted over to the table. Her
own loins and breasts were still fired with obscene passion and she simply couldn't sit
by doing nothing. A moment later she had tossed Mike brutally aside and was leaning
over the head of the table, her hands searching for Betty's firmly rounded breasts,
fondling them, squeezing their pink little nipples. Her mouth clamped down hard on
Betty's and a moment later her tongue was thrusting into the warm wet cavern of
Betty's mouth.
As the young girl squirmed and bucked in confusion, Ron spread her thighs wide apart
and like a hungry animal thrust his head down between her legs. His tongue shot out
of his mouth like flame and pushed her panties aside before beginning to lick her
warmly throbbing cuntal furrow. The feverishly aroused young victim shivered and
shook and cried and finally jerked her pelvis up in lewd hunger.
"Oh lick me, suck me, fuck me," she moaned, her eyes rolling in anguish. Then she
kicked her legs out wide and brought them back in a vice-like grip around Ron's neck.
Ron knew how to really get her going, set her begging for more and more. While his
wetly glistening tongue rammed further and further into her palpitating vaginal lips, his
nose purposely tickled up against her budding clitoris until he thought she would burst
with passion.
"God, let me cum! Make me cum!"
She jerked, a searing groan gushing from her throat, and she bucked her hips up off the
table. Yes, by God, she was raving with delirious passion now!
The rising tide of anguished pleasure surged through her aroused young body and she
needed cock, desperately, any cock, rammed to the hilt up in her madly pulsating
pussy. She squeezed her thighs tighter around Ron's neck, pulling his flicking, licking
tongue ever deeper into her greedily sucking cunt.
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUGH! Yes, yes... YES!"
Her hands then reached down and grasped his head, pulling it tighter and tighter
against her furry pussy mound. Grinding frantically, madly, the young woman felt at
the same time a lewd new wave of desire course through her body as Carrie bent over
to nibble at her erectly pink nipples with her teeth, swirling her tongue maddeningly
around and around each hotly quivering little mound.
"God, a cock! A cock! I NEED A COCK!" Betty's voice was tortured and shrill as she
clenched her eyes shut against the new double ravishment of her twisting, squirming
body.
Before she realized what was happening, before she could assent or protest, Carrie had
crawled up onto the table and was pressing her hotly naked vagina down against Betty's
face. At the same time the hands of the men were grappling and fondling at her breasts,
kneading them with feverish passion.
Hot flashes of wild bestial desire pulsed through her loins and convulsed her brain.
"Suck it, suck my pussy," Carrie commanded from above her. Yes, yes she would do it.
With a savage squeal of delight she thrust her tongue deep up into the pink inviting
little pussy hovering above her mouth. Her hands pulled Carrie's hips down over her
face as her tongue sought to go deeper and deeper up into the other girl's belly.
"Yes, suck me, suck me," Carrie squealed, raising and lowering her hips onto Betty's
madly flicking tongue. She ground down as hard as she could, her stockinged thighs
straddling the other girl's face, her loins palpitating with insane delight. Her buttocks
were churning fiercely as Betty slaved against the smoothly sucking walls of cunt flesh
that rippled apart, then twitched back tight together again to capture her tongue and
hold it in wet warmth as long as possible.
All of Betty's effort now was concentrated on the urgently pulsating pussy above her so
she didn't notice when Ron slipped his wet tongue out of the moist confines of her
vagina and slipped out from between her desperately clasping thighs. All she felt was a
vague emptiness in her hungry cunt, which twitched in spasmodic lustful rapture,
yearning for fulfillment.
Christ, what was that! Something hot and wet had suddenly begun licking at the
passion-soaked crotch of her silken white panties, only this strange thing was longer
and more powerful than what had been there before. With a quiver of terror she
realized that this must be that huge Irish Setter and she was about to be further defiled
by it!
Frantically she kicked at the animal, desperately afraid of losing her panties and her
mind. But rough hands were suddenly squeezing and kneading at her breasts, fingering
her nipples maddeningly, and her lust-driven young body was responding! Carrie was
still above her, grinding her hotly squirming pussy into Betty's face, twitching on her
tongue... and now this enormous dog was licking at her panties! No, she couldn't resist,
no matter how much she wanted to, no matter how hard she tried. Flames of lust
roared through her loins and she was lost. Lost! And from some hazy depths she heard
a vague voice, her own voice, begging, "Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, NOW!"

* * *

Sam stepped out of Kitty's Cadillac and noticed that the lights inside the houseboat
were very dim. Maybe everyone had already gone to bed... but maybe no. If not, it was
an awfully intimate little party going on in there.
"Wait a minute," Kitty said, stepping out of the car. "You'd better let me go first."
"Afraid I'll fly off the handled"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact I am. C'mon, let's go in through the sliding glass door around
on the side deck. That way we won't disturb them if they're asleep."
Cautiously tiptoeing around the deck to the side of the houseboat, they reached the
large glass door and froze.
The sight that greeted their eyes shocked even Kitty. There was Betty, nakedly spread
out on the coffee table not ten feet from their crimson-flushed faces, the three naked
men squeezing and fondling the young girl's breast and thighs... and the dog! That
huge lumbering animal had just leaped up onto the table, his long scarlet penis poised
and fully erect. As they watched in stunned disbelief, the men raised Betty's hips up off
the table so the dog could ram his thick glistening penis deep up into her widespread
cunt.
"My God!" Sam hissed, his eyes bulging in amazement as he realized that his innocent
young fiance was actually enjoying all this! His jaw dropped and he hardly heard Kitty
begging him to come away.
"C'mon. We'll have to go in the front door," she said. But Sam couldn't move, staring
like an idiot at the incredible orgy going on before his eyes.
Christ! It was a regular college orgy! That blonde with the stockings and garter belt
hovering over Betty, grinding her cunt down onto his girl's face. Could all this really be
true? Was it really happening? It was all a crazy, lewd dream! The naked young girl on
the table was writhing and thrashing around in the throes of an ecstasy like he had
never even imagined possible, her buttocks bucking high up off the table, her legs
tightly locked around that enormous hairy dog, her eyes rolling around in her head.
Muffled groaned of salacious abandon escaped from Betty's throat as she felt the giant
animal cock surging past her protective panty crotch-band and up into her hotly
pulsating pussy.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Deeper! Fuck me!"
Kitty couldn't believe her ears nor could she believe the sight before her eyes. Here was
her virginal young receptionist, begging to be obscenely fucked by a hulking Irish
Setter! Well, she had to hand it to Ron. He had said he would get her cherry and now...
Flecks of drool dribbling from his mouth, the dog rammed his long red penis deeper
inside her hotly clasping cunt, pistoning in and out of her softly parted flesh, jerking
the waistband of her panties further down her belly with each powerful thrust.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," the young girl chanted, her nakedly heaving
breasts rising and falling with each gulp of breath she drew. And then, with a savage
jerk of her hands on her hips, she pulled Carrie's naked buttocks down harder against
her feverishly skewering tongue driving far into the confines of the hotly working
pussy. With each thrust into the desperately clasping chamber she could feel her own
long-denied orgasm building towards its final fulfillment.
"Holy Jesus," Sam moaned, still glued to the glass door of the houseboat. He could feel
the blood pounding through his body and his heart pounded nearly clean out of his
chest. How could she do this to him? How could she act like... and fuck like a cheap
whore when she would never even let him lay a hand on her? She must have been
lying, lying to him all along! She was nothing but a whore, a goddamn whore!
But he was helpless to stop her, helpless even to intervene now. It was too late, much
too late.
The bestially pistoning dog was fucking his huge, heavily throbbing cock into the wetly
trembling depths of her naked pussy until the intense pressure in her loins could be
held back no longer.
A howling wail pierced the room. The young girl's body bucked up, up, up in lustdriven 
abandon, her wildly aroused cunt screwing up hard on the massive animal cock
that fucked ceaselessly up inside her open belly.
"YEEESSSS! I'M CUMMMMMING!" she wailed, pulling her head away from Carrie's
wildly pumping loins. That shriek seemed to spur the animal on for now he rammed
his hips forward with a powerful thrust, letting out a deep low moan as he too erupted
like a busting dam. Hot animal cum surged from his cock into Betty's greedily milking
belly as her lust-incited pussy clasped and unclasped tightly around it. Her legs flew up
and out, her hotly inflamed cunt milking and sucking at the wildly spewing animal
cock to suck out every last little ounce of his cum as her now passion-driven mouth
returned to the hotly quivering cunt hovering expectantly above it.
Sam felt the rage roar up into his head, which began to throb with a vicious desire to
tear Betty's body apart limb by limb. He watched in stunned disbelief as Carrie's hips
ground salaciously down into his fiance's face as she quickly came to a climax, her
lusciously rounded buttocks churning in lewd abandon as Betty's tongue snaked in and
out of her wetly glistening vagina. He saw Carrie suddenly shudder, her legs jerking
together, while Betty still sucked feverishly as the hot white cum spilled from Carrie's
loins.
"She lied... lied to me... one long, long loud lie... that's all it ever was," Sam spoke
mindlessly as he locked his eyes on the salacious spectacle unfolding obscenely before
his unbelieving eyes.
In another minute the girl had gotten down off the table leaving Sam's fiance panting in
exhausted ecstasy.
A hand touched his arm. "C'mon, Sam. We can go in through the front door now.
Come along," Kitty urged the dumbstruck young man.
As they walked around Sam's anger was building to a roaring crescendo.
"Don't you see?" Kitty asked. "It was her panties that made her do this."
"Her panties..." Sam repeated mindlessly.
"Yes, listen," she said, turning his face towards hers to wake him from his shock. "It
was her panty fetish. You didn't know about it... she was afraid to tell you."
"Panties? A panty fetish? You mean that's why she still has those panties on now?" he
stammered, just beginning to understand vaguely. Yes, that was it! Her panties! She had
always run away just as he reached down between her legs and touched her panties!
Yes... that night in the car... and so many other nights!
"And you can cure her, Sam, once and for all," Kitty whispered in his ear just as they
were about to open the front door. He looked at her for a long moment and then began
to understand just what she meant. He knew what he had to do.
Sam opened the front door quietly, cautiously, listening to the rasping sound of his own
breath. His body was tense with anticipation, his hands had begun to sweat, his feet
moving noiselessly underneath him.
He saw her sitting on the last stair, her head held upright between her hands, her
elbows propped on her knees.
Before she knew what had hit her, Sam had rushed forward, grabbed her by the arm,
dragged her up the stairs to the upper deck, and threw her down on the bed in her
upstairs bedroom.
"MY GOD! SAM!"
But before she had the chance to say another word, he slipped his fingers into the
waistband of her silken white panties and yanked them down over her legs. She was all
his now. And she was stark naked. No panties. Completely naked just the way he
wanted her to be, just the way he had wanted her to be for so long!
"Now, you teasing little bitch, I'm gonna fuck you, fuck you good without those
precious little white panties of yours on to protect you!"
"God, Sam! Oh Sam!"


Chapter 9

"Betty, you know I don't understand you at all," Sam said the next morning, looking
down at the naked young girl beside him. She was running her fingers through his hair
and purring like a contented cat.
"You were sensational, you know," she crooned coyly.
"Now wait a minute," he protested. "One minute I'm not good enough for you and the
next minute I'm sensational. I don't get it."
"What do you mean, not good enough for me?"
"Well, that's what Kitty told me. You wanted some experience before..."
"Hold it," Betty said, sitting upright. "She told you that?"
"Yes, she did. And frankly, after last night..."
The young girls' face flushed crimson as she thought of the previous night. She buried
her face against his hairy chest.
"Sam, listen to me," she said, looking up at him with tears forming in her eyes. "I was a
virgin until last night. No, don't protest, I really was. But those college boys... I don't
know... I just completely lost my head."
"But you enjoyed it. And you felt that whatever you did was OK as long as you kept
your panties on, is that it?"
"Yes," she cried. "But now... it's all over. I'm cured, Sam," she said, flushing with
delight.
"Cured?"
"Yes. When you took my panties off... well, I thought I could never make love to
anyone without my panties. That's why I kept giving you the idea that I was afraid of
sex. What I was really afraid of was sex without my panties. And I couldn't tell you... I
just couldn't bring myself to..."
"That's what the secret was?"
"Yes," she sighed, sobbing. "I don't know why Kitty told you anything else."
"I don't know either... unless..." Sam's thoughts drifted back to Kitty's beauty shop... to
her little back room with the bed...
Just then Kitty threw the door open. "You'll forgive me if I overheard just a little bit of
what you two were saying just now."
"And...?" Sam asked belligerently. "And it was all part of my plan."
"Your plan? What plan," Betty asked. "To get the two of you in bed together, of course.
Naked. Both of you naked in bed and fucking. Looks like my little plan has worked,
too, doesn't it?" She smiled and a flicker of lewd pleasure sprang into her eyes.
"Yes, yes. You made us face it together and now I'm cured! Oh, Kitty, I can never
thank you enough."
"Wow. This is all so hard to believe," Sam muttered. "But there's still one little problem,
you know," he said slyly, grinning down at his naked young fiance.
"Oh?" she said, "what's that?"
"I kinda like the idea of screwing you with your panties still on!"
"Well," Betty beamed up at him, "that can be arranged. Kitty, will you excuse us for a
little while, please?"
"Oh Jesus," Kitty moaned, putting the back of her hand to her forehead. "We get one
panty freak cured, and now we've got another one!"


THE END
