Taste For Little Girls
by Nancy Reed
(VR-409)


FOREWORD 

Betsy's youth was her treasure. She was like a young, untamed animal, sure, 
quick, and sensual. She loved her men strong and masterful. Someone who 
could take care of her, and keep her safe and secure. 

Leo wanted to possess the young, lustful Betsy. He wanted to keep her little 
girl flesh safe for himself, always. 

He knew she was frightened and abused, and he wanted to take care of her. He 
knew as long as she was feeling secure, she would reward him with her sweet 
body, just blossoming into delightful womanhood. 

The nicest thing about Betsy was that she loved to fuck. She loved to have a 
huge cock rammed up her tight little cunt. She loved to fuck anywhere, and 
always, as long as she felt a strong man was around to care for her, and 
keep her safe from the rough, sadistic men who had used her young, tender 
body so heartlessly. 

Leo and little Betsy wanted to make a new life for themselves, cut off from 
their past. That meant cutting a lot of strings, for both of them. They both 
had fucked a great many people, and neither of them knew how to break away 
from the past. 

Leo needed to tell little Lila he would no longer be available for her sweet 
love. How he would miss the tender sucking she gave his throbbing cock. But 
it was Betsy he really wanted, on her knees before him! 

Leo found, or so he thought, the answer to his dilemma. He wanted Betsy, 
sure, but he couldn't say no to the sweet lips of Lila. 

He would find a way to have them both together. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Leo bought the house for her because he thought she would have a lot of fun 
there. She liked horses and she liked to swim, and he wanted her to have a 
good time. He wanted to give Betsy everything he had in the world. 

He put the key to the door in her hand, and said, "Happy Birthday". 

Betsy looked at him with her large blue eyes. "I don't believe it," she 
said, smiling. 

She flung her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth. They were 
still standing outside on the lawn, but she didn't seem to care. She had the 
mind and emotions of a child, impulsive and passionate. 

She felt her little breasts pressing against his chest, and the beating of 
her heart, rapid as a bird with eagerness. 

He felt his cock beginning to come up hard. She had a way of turning him on. 

He thought they should go inside. 

But he didn't have a chance to tell her this. She was kissing his mouth 
rapidly, sucking his lips into her, he felt her wet eager tongue and heard 
her breathing growing heavy and rapid. 

He wondered if they could fuck on the lawn right where they were, because it 
was his property. 

He didn't know how much the neighbors would see, or if they cared, but he 
knew that there were people living just on the other side of the hedges, and 
he wasn't sure that he liked the idea of anybody seeing him with little 
Betsy. 

"Let's go inside," he managed to say. 

Against her objections, he dragged her in and closed the door. She was still 
laughing and caressing him, but now they were inside and it was okay. 

Leo felt the release of all his inhibitions. They could make love now, as 
freely and openly as they pleased. 

Betsy was good for making love. She liked to fuck, especially when she felt 
protected and loved by him. 

They stood in the middle of the living room now, there wasn't a stick of 
furniture anywhere, only a rug on the floor, wall to wall carpet. It felt 
soft beneath his feet. 

They thought of lying on the floor and fucking like mad. 

He put his hands on her small ass and began to massage the ass cheeks. They 
were firm and tense. 

She was ready to screw. 

She always was. 

"Oh, I really do love you, Leo," she murmured. 

He chuckled softly with pleasure. 

She appreciated him. He liked that. 

His hands were moving more rapidly up and down her small firm eager body. He 
came around to the front of the skirt and began to lift it. The material 
crumpled in his fingers as he pulled it up over her thighs. She had on nylon 
bikinis. He felt where the elastic just crossed over the top of her cunt 
hair. 

He hooked his thumbs into the panties and pulled them down. 

She helped him, wiggling them down over her thighs. 

They fell finally to the rug and she stepped out of them lightly. 

He looked down at the rose-colored underwear. 

There was a dark stain on the crotch. 

It was cunt juice, dribbling out of her already. 

He knew she was hot for him. 

His cock began to pound and throb with sex desire. He wanted to screw her 
like crazy. His balls began to thump and thump. 

He felt the hot cream building up in his dick. 

"You really do like the place?" he said, because he liked to hear her eager 
with enthusiasm. 

"Oh, I love it, I love it," he said, "just the way I love you." 

His hands were roaming around under her skirt now, seeking out her cunt. He 
felt the moist cunt hairs crinkling against his hands. 

The hot lips of her cunt were wet and silky. 

The goo from her puddled out onto his fingers. 

He spread her lips with his thumb and middle finger. With a second finger he 
felt into the hole. It was twitching, like the mouth of a fish. 

He began to stiffen his finger and press it inside. She moved her hips a 
little bit, and lowered herself onto the pressure of his hand. She murmured 
soft cooing sounds of sexual desire. 

She began to wiggle her hips also, in rhythm to the moving pumping action of 
his hands. He felt the pressure of her erect clitoris. Everything was wet 
and sticky. He began to slide around down there between her hot thighs. 

"Let's take our clothes off and run around naked, and then screw on the rug. 
Don't you want to do that, my big wonderful Daddy?" 

It was exactly what he had in mind and he began to take off her light cotton 
blouse. 

Through it he could see the outline of her small breasts. The nipples were 
coming up firm now. He could see them, and the bright pink spots of her 
nipples. He wanted to kiss and suck them. 

He fumbled with, the hook in the back and finally got it open. He lifted her 
arms and he raised the blouse up off of her. 

Her silky blonde hair rose with the blouse, and then slithered back down her 
neck to her shoulders. 

Sunlight lay on her hair, and made golden highlights. 

He put his mouth down to the perfume of her head. 

She was so clean and sweet-smelling, like the flowers outside, but an aroma 
of her musky sexy odor rose also, coming up from her pussy. 

The smell of her seemed to slither like snakes along her flesh. 

He ducked his head down and caught one of her nipples between his teeth. 

He bit ever so slightly, not hurting her at all, just making her thrill. 

He knew she liked it because the nipples became harder and harder as he 
flicked the tip of his tongue against it. 

She was rubbing her hands through his hair now, and pressing his skull 
harder against his breast. 

"Oh, honey love," she purred and cooed. 

He felt the pressure of her heart beating against the side of his cheek. 
With his free hand he undid the sides of her short white skirt. He got it 
open as the skirt slipped away. 

She stepped out of it. 

And now she stood there naked before him. 

He always liked to look at her slender sweet body. She was so beautiful and 
so sexy and so hot, that he could hardly bare to look at her unless he 
touched and screwed her instantly. 

He heard her panting. 

She was conscious of him looking at her. She loved his admiration. 

He felt his cock straining against his fly. 

She reached over, understanding his need, and unzipped his fly front. She 
put her hands inside his pants and fumbled around with his underwear. 

Finally he felt her small fingers grabbing his shaft. She lifted his cock 
out into full view and looked down at it. 

"Oh honey," he said, "look at this thing that I have here." And he added, 
"It's all for you." 

"What a hard-on," she said. 

She looked at his cock as though it was a toy, a plaything made especially 
for her. Her eyes were growing wider and wild with desire. "I want to kiss 
it," she said. 

"Go ahead, love," he said. 

She dropped onto her knees in front of his cock. 

"Do you want me to suck you off?" 

"Anything you want. Do anything to me that pleases you." 

"Ohhhh," she moaned, as she kissed the tip of his cock. 

Her eyes bulged, as she began. 

Her breasts were lifting and falling with her panting body. 

She hung on to his balls and squeezed them gently, as she worked her tongue 
up and down the length of his prick. 

He could barely stand up. He rocked on his wide-spread legs. 

His eyes were shut hard, and he clung to her head and her shoulders. He 
wondered whether or not he wanted to fuck her or get blown. 

Well, he could do that later, he would have to blow off in her mouth now, 
the come was building up in his balls madly. 

She opened her mouth into an oval. Her Ups were so smooth and young looking. 
He caught a glimpse of her tiny pearl-white teeth and the tip of her tongue. 

His cock continued to throb with pounding desire. He jammed his hips 
forward. His cock slipped into her mouth. She had a way of opening her 
throat, so that he could thrust all the way inside of her. 

He began to work up and back inside her mouth. 

Now she clung to the backs of his thighs, so that he wouldn't knock her over 
with the strength of his jabbing motions. 

He began to feel hot in his face, flushed throughout his whole body, and 
whirling crazy sex need in his gut. 

Inches and inches seemed to pile on to the length of his cock. He thought he 
was going crazy. 

He felt the pulsations growing stronger and stronger. He knew that any 
second he was going to come. 

And then it happened. He let go. 

He stood perfectly still, suspended in motion as the pulsating come shot out 
of him. 

She pumped him in rhythm with his coming. 

She knew exactly how to make him feel every bit of his orgasm. 

She didn't miss a trick giving him thrills. 

He came, and it seemed the end would never come. He was in heaven. 

But finally he was pumped clean. 

He felt himself growing lax now. She leaned away and looked up at him. 

"Happy honey?" she said. 

He looked down at the white stuff dribbling out of the side of her mouth. 
Then she made swallowing motions, and licked the lips. She was swallowing 
his cream. She loved the taste of it. 

He dropped to his knees in front of her, and took her face in his hands. He 
leaned forward and kissed her nose and mouth. 

"Oh, Betsy," he said, "you know I'll do anything for you. You're really the 
greatest little girl in the world, and I love you.." 

"Oh, my big man," she said, "if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here, I 
wouldn't be anywhere. You saved me, and I'll do anything for you, and I'll 
always be yours. You know it, don't you love?" 

He did know it. 

He remembered the old days when he had first found her. 

Maybe he shouldn't think about it though, maybe he should concentrate on the 
pleasure they had right now. 

And yet the disturbing sense of uneasiness passed through him. They weren't 
the only two people in the world after all, there were still strings 
attached to others, and he wondered how long it would be before somebody 
tried to intrude on their lives and separate them. 

"Betsy," he asked, "do you love anybody besides me?" 

"Oh Leo, no," she said startled, "how could I. Not after what you've done 
for me. You know I'm all yours, you have to know it, don't you?" 

He heard the urgency in her voice, and he felt convinced, but he didn't feel 
peaceful. 

Something still nagged at him, he couldn't quite figure out why he couldn't 
drop the subject of her past life. 

He knew he should, and yet the thoughts came back to him, if not during the 
day, at night when Le was trying to go to sleep. 

Her life before she had met him, was a wicked nightmare, and it wasn't 
something he could wash away too fast. 

He had first realized that Besty's other ties wouldn't let go over her, even 
though she pretended to be free. He had to be careful, always careful. 

He never knew when she might be taken from him. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The telephone Leo had installed was an unlisted number, but he didn't put it 
past those creeps in Betsy's past life to find the number out and start to 
plague her. 

She saw that he looked worried, even though he tried to hide it. 

"Oh Leo, you mustn't think about anybody but us," she reassured him. 

"I know that," he said, "I know you aren't going to run away from me, are 
you?" 

She didn't answer right away, and then she laughed with a hollow sound. "I 
wish you had more faith in me," she said. 

He realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he wanted to change the 
subject all together. 

She needed to be protected and here he was worrying her, maybe scaring her 
with thoughts of other days, and he shouldn't do that. It was terrible. 

The night was coming on now, and they couldn't sleep in an empty house. They 
had just come here for the day and now it was time to go back to the city 
until they bought furniture and they could move in for good. 

"Why do we have to go back to New York, why can't we just stay here the way 
we are." 

"You mean sleep on a rug in the living room all night?" 

Betsy shrugged. "It was good enough to make love on, we certainly could 
stay." 

He could tell that she didn't want to go back. She had her reasons. Betsy 
stood up and rubbed her breasts and behind. She put her hands between her 
thighs and squeezed her cunt. 

She was like a little animal, trying to make herself comfortable. 

He watched her movements with great love, and a feeling of contentment. 

"I know why you're carrying on like this," she said, "it isn't my past that 
worries you, it's your own." 

Leo looked at her oddly He hadn't thought of that at all. 

"Oh yes," she insisted, "all those girls, that whole string of rivals that 
long for you, don't you think I worry about it sometimes?" 

He could barely believe it. 

They were so happy just a few hours before, and here was all this garbage 
piling up now between them. Shit, he thought, why did he have to start 
talking. He should have kept everything to himself. 

But, too late now. The garbage was piling up and he had to clear it out of 
the way. 

"Let's make a pact," he said to her, standing up stark naked in front of 
her. 

"Anything you say, anything for peace." 

He cupped her face between his palms, and kissed her softly on the mouth. 

"The pact is this," he said, "I'll never mention anything about our pasts, 
and neither will you. Okay?" 

"Of course," she said, "I didn't bring this up to begin with." 

He knew all that. 

He felt annoyed that she had to throw it up at him. Why couldn't she just 
let it rest. 

"But we should go back to New York tonight, really, this is a lousy place to 
sleep. We'll both wake up stiff as hell in the morning and be sorry." 

She sighed and took her time touching the tips of her fingers from his elbow 
to his wrists, and then lifting his hands away from his face, she said, "All 
right, if that's the way you want it, I will have to make you happy. I'm 
really compelled to do it. We'll get dressed and go." 

He heard the sadness in her voice and the regret. He felt lousy, having to 
be realistic and practical. At the same time, though, she was his 
responsibility. He couldn't live in any dream world, couldn't share a dream, 
after everything was settled, then she could live a fairy tale if she wanted 
to. 

Right now, though, they had to get back to New York and settle matters. 

He pulled on his own lump of clothes, and then they got into the car and 
started driving south. 

It as Sunday night, and the roads were crowded with other cars returning to 
New York, coming back from weekend vacations, and getting ready with the 
thought of work the next morning. 

He sensed her sitting silently, far away from him, leaning against the door. 

He reached out his arms and touched the top of her thigh, trying to draw her 
closer to him. 

"Why don't you put on the radio, honey," he said, "get some nice bouncy 
music, maybe you'll feel better." 

She shook her head and made a soft sound in the back of her throat, but 
didn't answer him. He thought she was brooding, and he didn't like the idea. 

She had a way of complicating things. He didn't want to get her started 
doing that. It could only mean trouble. 

The traffic slowed as it became more and more congested. He put the radio on 
himself. He couldn't seem .to find a station that pleased him. Impatiently 
he snapped the sound off and looked at her again. 

"Come here," he said, "come on, come here to me. Stop sitting so far away. I 
hardly know you're in the car." 

She smiled a little, almost reluctantly. "You're playing with me Leo." 

"Of course I am. That's what-I'm for, to play with you, don't you like it?" 

She slid across the seat to him now, and put her hands on his crotch. "I can 
play, too," she said, "how would you like that?" 

He swallowed hard, not expecting her to respond so readily. But she was like 
that, hot as a firecracker. Anything could set her off. He felt her fingers 
massaging his dick along the front of his pants. He looked around and 
realized that nobody could see into the car. His prick was much lower than 
the level of the windows, and so were her hands lower. 

She felt confident and knew exactly what she was doing. 

He wondered how many guys she had blown or jerked-off in the front seat like 
this, when they were just riding along, but he had promised himself not to 
think of her past. 

Forcibly, he put that out of his mind and concentrated on the sensation of 
her hands massaging rhythmically up and down along her thigh. 

He felt his dick beginning to come to life. 

It started to stand up inside his pants. 

He wondered if she was going to undo the zipper and blow him while he was 
driving, creeping along in the traffic like this. Sure enough, after a few 
minutes her fingers began to fumble with the zipper. 

He heard the zipper inch slowly down, until it was wide open, and his pants 
gapped. 

The erection pressed out from the space. She fumbled with his underwear, and 
brought his dick free from the material. 

It stood out wildly and bobbed against the rim of the steering wheel. 

He just glanced down and saw the head glistening with a drop of come at the 
very tip. 

She began to massage him now, slowly, almost casually bringing the cock up 
harder and harder with each stroke. 

Her lovely tiny hands were so competent. They wrapped around the shaft 
neatly. 

He looked at her tiny pink fingernails, neat, compact and strong. She had a 
girl's hands, her youth was her treasure. 

In the growing darkness her face seemed to glow with heated passion. 

She leaned over and said, in a soft whispering voice, "I'm going to blow 
you, honey, I hope you don't drive off the road." 

He chuckled. 

"Go ahead," he said, "I'll show you how skilled I am at doing two things at 
once." 

"Okay," she laughed, "here goes." 

He felt a sudden chill of joy as her warm lips sank down over his cock head 
and shaft. He felt her tongue slide all the way down along the shaft, 
snake-like, seeking out all the sensitive sweet places on his dick. 

His thighs tensed. His balls felt like heavy spheres of lead. He started to 
go crazy. 

She was so damn sexy, he thought he would blow a gasket. He maintained a 
calm rigid grip on the wheel, and struggled to keep his trembling foot from 
going up and down on the gas or break pedals. He had to stay calm. 

But the insides of him were going wild. 

He knew he would blow himself out any second now, and he hung on tight to 
all the mechanisms of the car, so that they could just keep on going 
smoothly, as though nothing was happening. 

He began then to pump like a machine gun. 

He felt his juice seeping into her mouth. She was going up and down on him 
firmly and with a long rhythmic motion, as though he were actually fucking 
her cunt. 

She liked to suck on him. His dick was something like a lollipop to her, a 
toy, an ice cream cone, always juice, that's how she treated it. 

She liked to fuck too. As he shuddered, she continued madly. 

He envisioned fucking her at home. She would be lying with her legs spread, 
and her sweet little cunt all ready and juicy with joy. Yeah, he would fuck 
the shit out of her once they got home. As he shot his load, he thought of 
how it would be when they were in bed with his big body on top of her, and 
her small self all twisted around under him, strong and slippery with 
perspiration. 

Yeah, he would fuck her half the night, until dawn came up. As he thought of 
this, of her cunt, its taste, of filling it with his sperm, he ended the 
last of his pulsations now is the car. 

His mind had been blank for quite some while. He had barely been able to 
concentrate on the road. It was a good thing that his reflexes were not 
needed for his driving skill demanded very little. Ten miles an hour was 
fairly easy going. 

She took a handkerchief out of his back pants pocket and wiped the sperm 
that was dribbling down his shaft to his pants. 

"I don't want to get you stained," she cooed. 

Then she wiped his mouth with the same cloth. 

He looked over at her. 

"Oh," she said, "I better zip your pants up, or its going to be a mess when 
we get out of the car." 

"Yeah, half the city will fall into my pants," he said. "Go ahead, do that, 
please." 

She leaned over and tucked his cock back into his underwear, then 
straightened out the zipper and closed it. 

"There you are, honey, all respectable again, just as though nothing 
happened." 

"Oh sure, sure," he murmured. 

He was grinning from ear to ear, feeling really happy. 

"Look," she said, "supposing we stop off and stay in a motel instead of 
going back home tonight. How would you like that?" 

He heard a little flutter of anxiety in her voice. 

He felt curious. 

But he didn't say anything. 

He knew better than to start trouble again. 

"If that's what you would like honey, sure, let's stay in a motel. It will 
be great." 

"There's one down the road away, you know, we always see the sign when we 
drive upstate." 

"We won't stay on the road," he said, "we'll go off into a small town, that 
will be better, less crowded." 

"Oh, goody," she said, "that's what I want, and we'll have a great time. 
Very private." 

Leo nodded. He would love anything she did. 

And any delay that kept them out of New York was great. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Leo turned off at the next exit, and started down the narrow road into the 
local towns. 

Betsy was still talking about finding a cozy place, and she was full of 
excitement. 

"Oh, we'll have an adventure tonight," she said, "you and me alone together, 
just the two of us." 

He enjoyed her eagerness, and began looking forward also to a private room. 
He realized that no one in the world knew where they were now, or what motel 
they were in. This night they were safe from all intrusions by unwanted 
people. 

He drove steadily while Betsy looked at this place and that until she 
decided upon a nice white new motel with blue shutters. 

He pulled into the pebble driveway, went to the door marked office, and went 
inside. 

He came out with one of the keys to the cottage in the back woods. 

He gave the key to Betsy when he got back into the car. 

"Oh, this is cute," she said gleefully, "first you got me a big house in the 
country, and now you got me a little one. You're marvelous. You really are." 

She had a knack of making light of things sometimes, he liked that about 
her. She was sweet and playful, and could turn any event into a party, when 
she was feeling full of cheer, and she was cheerful now, for damn sure. 

He realized that she was feeling happy because she didn't feel threatened. 
She felt safe with him, and that was how it should always be. 

They didn't have any clothes with them, no luggage of any sort. When they 
got into their room, it was just them as they were, rumpled clothing from 
the trip. 

But neither minded that they looked a little unsavory. People often did on 
trips. 

"I'll take a shower, if you don't mind. It's silly to shower and put on the 
same clothes, but it's better than nothing, don't you think Leo?" 

He nodded forcefully. 

"And after you, I'll take one also," he said. 

"Well why don't you come in with me," she said, "and I'll scrub your back." 

She was playful and grinning, and Leo couldn't resist. 

He took his clothes off, tossing them onto one of the chairs beside the 
table, and followed her cute naked body into the bathroom. 

He loved to watch the way her ass wiggled when she was walking barefoot. She 
had a special kind of body. 

He dashed forward and cupped his hands under his ass cheeks. He squeezed 
them. 

"Oh honey, " she said, her voice all hazy. 

He realized that she had built herself up to a horny state from blowing him 
off in the car. He knew he had to screw her soon, or she would be jumpy and 
uncomfortable. She could be demure though, and pretend that she wasn't hot, 
but, it didn't work. She really was, and he knew all the signs. 

He looked down into her face, and saw the smoldering glitter in her eyes. 
That was the first tell-tale sign. Her cheeks were kind of flushed with a 
stain of red, as though someone had held her face near a fire. That was 
another sign. 

And her lips were a little bit too dry. She was breathing through her mouth, 
and she kept on wetting them with a flicking motion of her tongue. 

That too was a sign. 

He glanced down with satisfaction at her lovely firm breasts. The nipples 
were sticking out and that was a sure sign. 

He saw the panting of her ribs and her little belly was vibrating as she 
walked. 

She looked kind of like a slithering sphinx, but he didn't push her against 
the wall, no, he knew what he would do, he would wait until they got into 
the shower. 

The nice thing about Betsy, was that she was sensible. She could fuck in any 
position, and she loved to screw standing up, as well as lying down. 

The bathroom was clean with blue tiles, and bright towels. Betsy opened the 
glass door, and reached in for the lever that turned on the water. 

She adjusted the temperature. 

Suddenly a splash came shooting out and it was directed at an odd angle, so 
that it hit her in the face. 

She shuddered, squinted, and giggled. 

She had been surprised. 

Leo reached in front of her and adjusted the shower head high up where she 
couldn't reach. 

"There," he said, directing the spray away from her, into the corner of the 
shower. 'That's better now." 

He felt the water and made sure that it was the right temperature, warm, but 
not hot. He knew how she liked it. 

"Okay, you can go in," he said. 

She picked up the piece of soap and ripped the paper wrapping off it, 
crumpled it, and dropped it into a wastepaper basket. She took down a wash 
cloth, and stepped into the water. 

He stood there watching her suddenly becoming wet, watching the silver drops 
of water slither down from her shoulders onto the points of her nipples, and 
around and over, like little tongues of liquid caressing her skin. 

The rivulets formed and gathered in her bellybutton and went past the small 
curve of her belly beneath, and hooked into the curly hairs of her cunt. 

Then they dripped off from the tips of the curl and mingled with the water 
around her ankles. 

She looked like a beautiful statue at some far away place, in the center of 
a fountain. 

Glinting through the shower drops, she said, "Coming in?" 

He had been transfixed watching her. 

His cock was beginning to stand up with desire, as he observed the beautiful 
child waiting for him in the shower. 

"Yes," he said in a husky voice. 

He stepped over the ledge and in on to the cool wet tiles. He reached behind 
her and adjusted the water. 

She began rubbing the soap onto the washcloth and then the washcloth over 
her chest. 

He stood for a while watching the lather build up on himself. She looked so 
small standing before him. She hardly came up to his pectorals. He leaned 
over toward her as though moving from a deep desire of love, rather than 
from some immediate necessity. 

He felt overwhelmed by her smallness and her beauty, and her vulnerability. 

He wrapped his arms around her slowly. 

She could not move now. She wasn't free to lather him any longer. He held 
her arms and her body encased in his embrace. She sighed suddenly and looked 
up at him. The back of his head and neck and the broad expanse of his 
shoulders kept the water from splashing into her face now. 

This was how it should be. It should be like this. He should always be able 
to protect her from anything and everything. 

He pressed his cock against her and it touched her just in the soft place 
between her ribs, right in the middle over her belly. 

He was so tall and she was so small, he knew he would have to bend down in 
order to get his cock inside her. 

But he could manage. 

They had before. 

She set the washcloth and the soap aside giving into him immediately. 

She leaned forward. 

He felt her warm breasts pressing against him. 

He shuddered. 

He felt the young girl responding. 

He reached his hands down to her cunt and cupped it. 

It was wet from the shower in a dean damp way, and he also felt the 
contrasting sticky warm pulsation of fluid from her cunt. 

His palm was wet and he knew it wasn't from the shower alone. 

She was dripping onto him with sex desire. 

It would be easy just to play with her clitoris, but he didn't want to do 
that. He wanted to send his cock hammering home inside her hole. 

"Oh honey love," she said, "I hope you're going to fuck me, and not make me 
wait any longer." 

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," he breathed at her, "I'm going to 
fuck you until you come, and you're in heaven." 

"Oh hurry honey, I'm really hot, I can barely stand up my knees are 
quivering so." 

"Is that all that's quivering?" he said. 

"Oh, do I have to tell you? My poor cunt is thumping away like crazy." 

"Well, it won't have to be for long." 

He bent his knees, and his extended dick reached up at an angle. The head of 
his cock hit the crevice of her cunt. The bulb began to slip along inside 
moving toward her cunt hole. For a moment he paused and felt the pressure of 
her erected clitoris against the head of his dick. 

He shuddered again wildly. 

He continued stroking. 

She was lifting her hips now, and rotating them anticipating the entry of 
his dick into her cunt. 

Soon, maybe two seconds later, he was at the opening. 

He pushed slightly. 

She pressed down, her pelvis gyrating. 

She was standing with her legs very wide-spread. 

She was loose-limbed and flexible and she could move like crazy, especially 
now when she was so damn hot. 

She thrust her hips forward. 

He lifted at the same time, and felt his cock slide into her cavern. 

She gasped, and the gasp ended in a gurgle. 

She didn't think of the shower, just the fuck, and neither did he. He just 
thought of the sensation of being all the way up into her cunt. 

He heard her grunting. 

She flung her arms around his waist. 

He felt the pressure of her cheek against his chest. 

She was panting and working her hips now, strong, determined movements, 
pumping away. 

She was like an animal suddenly, a young lamb. 

A gallivanting animal she became, more and more desirous of sex. 

She pumped harder and harder, grinding her hips in a figure eight, screwing 
away like crazy, her breasts writhing. 

Her eyes were shut, and the water continued to splash over her closed lids, 
and she hardly sensed it. 

He grabbed her tight and pressed her to him. 

"Oh, I'm coming any minute," she moaned, "just another minute. Work me, work 
me, make me come love, please." 

Her voice was pleading with him. 

He knew what to do to her. 

He reached his hand out and felt the tip of her clit. 

He began to work it round and round, as he pumped at her. 

He kept working in rhythm, his hand and his dick, knowing the technique she 
needed to have an orgasm standing up. 

She could perform miracles. Suddenly she started to groan. He knew the 
peculiar sound and what it meant. She was coming. He felt the long violent 
contraction inside her cunt. 

He started to come also. 

He was swept away by her orgasm and needed to meet her at the climax. 

She shot and he joined her. 

They clung to each other in the water, coming and coming, as though there 
were no tomorrow. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next morning Leo woke up in bed, not realizing where he was. Then he 
looked across and saw the blonde head on the other pillow. She was 
perspiring slightly, sleeping like a baby. Her heart-shaped mouth opened. 

The sheet had come away from her shoulders and she lay naked underneath. 

Her arm was swung over the bed. 

Leo moved the sheet even further away. 

His eyes hungrily took in the sight of her smooth small body. 

Lying as she was on her side, her hips seemed especially round, and her 
waist especially thin. 

He moved across to her and moved his mouth down to the curve of her ass. 

He inhaled the perfumed aroma of her flesh. She still smelled clean from 
last nights shower. But intermingled with the soapy smell, was the fragrance 
of cunt. 

He wondered if Betsy had had wet dreams. 

Sometimes she told him that she did. 

He never knew that girls dreamt about fucking as much as Betsy did. 

She had told him stories of weird things that had happened to her in her 
mind at night. 

It occurred to him that maybe Betsy really wanted to have sex adventures but 
that she couldn't admit it to herself. 

Slowly, gently, he moved his lips over her flesh. 

He felt the warmth of her skin, and its smoothness His face came around in 
front of her hips, and down over her belly, moving slowly along the curves, 
lowering to the crinkly hair of her cunt. 

She sighed, still sleeping, and turned over onto her back. 

The morning light flooded in over her in gold highlights. 

Her legs lay spread wide at the thighs. 

She as loose-limbed and agile. 

Lazily he looked down at her cunt. The small lips were tight and closed like 
a flower. The small pink clitoris peeked through and light danced on it. 

Leo began to feel himself getting hot. She turned him on always, lit him up 
like an electric bulb. 

He felt the juice beginning to bounce up in his cock. It was getting stiff 
now, no mistaking the feeling. He began to kiss the high mound of her cunt, 
not taking care any longer to let her sleep. 

It was lime she got up, he thought, they could fuck around a little bit 
before check-out. 

He rested his head on her cunt, and lay there just breathing in. 

The aroma became more intense now, and he was sure that she'd been dreaming 
about sex. Maybe some guy screwing her, maybe a thousand pricks poking her 
twat. 

Lazily he let his tongue slip out of his mouth. He caught the tip of her 
clit with his tongue now, and began to lap at it gently. 

He heard her sigh and move around a bit, then he felt the gesture of her 
arm, as it fell forward, and landed on his naked back. 

Her fingers began to play with the back of his neck. 

She was awake. 

Her fingers went up into his hair, and massaged his scalp. He heard her 
sigh, still lazily, still half asleep. 

Not certain, probably, that she was really getting a job from him, that he 
was eating her. 

She moaned again and again, and seemed finally to come awake altogether, and 
understand what was going on. 

"Oh, honey, honey," she crooned. 

She moved her hips a little, for better balance, and widened her legs even 
further. 

She reached down with her free hand and pulled aside the lips of her cunt. 
His mouth went more easily now, in between where the clit was coming up more 
and more erect. 

He felt the pressure of his hand on her skull. She was directing him what to 
do, making him work his tongue harder on her cunt. 

He knew what she liked. She liked him to slobber around there,' in long 
stroking motions of his tongue. She liked him to move from the clit to the 
hole and back again. 

He wanted to please her, to make her hot, to make her quiver with desire. 

He worked his tongue more fully, and flattened it out completely on the 
inner lips. 

He reached down to where the cunt hole was oozing juice. He took it onto his 
own tongue. It was sticky and sweet. It tasted like melted candy. He 
swallowed it. 

He kept working his stiffened tongue round and round her hole now, feeling 
her response. She began to grind her hips. 

She swayed back and forth, lifting her pelvis, as though she were getting 
fucked by his cock. 

He grabbed hold of her thighs and held them wide. 

He got up on her knees and straddled her waist. They were in a sixty-nine 
formation. He felt his dick slapping down against the skin between her 
breasts. She reached her hand to his cock and grabbed hold of it. She began 
to massage it now, from the base to the bulb and back again. His cock was 
near her mouth. He moved slightly so that she could get her lips to it. 

In a moment he felt the soft warm sensation of her tongue on his dick. She 
was licking it, and kissing it. 

She was being gentle, not furious yet, she was just getting hotter. He knew 
that she liked to fondle and play with his cock as though it was a toy that 
turned her on. 

She could take all the time that she liked, but he could sense that she was 
beginning to burn now. 

With both hands, she grasped his cock and pulled it down to her face. 

She was working it harder and harder and longer and longer, sucking him off 
really well. 

They were working in rhythm with each other, and any minute he knew that he 
was going to blow his cream into her face. 

At the same time, he felt that she was going to do the same to him. 

He sensed her beginning to contract with the convulsions that would shoot 
her liquid into his mouth. 

And then it was happening. 

He felt her suddenly contract all the muscles, closing like a fist, and then 
spewing forth her liquids. 

The knowledge of her orgasm turned him on all the way and he exploded. His 
cock went off like a firecracker, shooting and shooting into her mouth. He 
felt the convulsions as she shot and shot. 

At the same time the convulsions of her cunt shot as he continued 
swallowing. 

On and on, it seemed to come forever. That was the way it was with her. Sex 
and fucking, she could go on forever. 

But eventually their bodies slowed down. 

He felt himself going limp. 

He slipped out of her and away from her. 

He turned around on the bed and lay beside her, looking into her face now, 
feeling languid and satisfied and in love with her. She turned on her side 
and sighed sweetly, very content. 

Her eyelids flooded. She was smiling. 

"How are you, honey," she said. 

He muttered something incomprehensible, but his tone told her he was just 
great. 

She reached over and stroked his face. 

Her hands went lower and she grabbed hold of his balls and gave them one 
last caress. 

"You better get dressed now, I guess," she said regretfully. 

"You're right, honey." 

She got up from the bed and he followed her. 

He saw her lag in the process of putting her clothes on, and knew the reason 
why. She didn't want to go back to the city. She was feeling glum at the 
thought of facing everybody back there. 

"Look," he said, as they left the place and got into the car, "supposing you 
don't go home. Supposing you come to my house?" 

"It won't make any difference," she said, as she slammed the door and locked 
it. 

"Of course it will," he said, "nobody will annoy you while you're with me." 

"I can't avoid them forever," she said. 

"Well, in that case, why don't we just have it out." 

"You don't know what it's like, Leo, to try to get rid of old lovers, or you 
wouldn't talk like that, as though it could be done so easily." 

"Well, don't you think I've ever had any people I've wanted to get rid of 
myself?" His voice was impatient. 

"I suppose," she sighed, sinking down low into the car seat. 

They rode on for a while, with the problem unresolved, and in silence. 

After awhile, Leo said, "Well, we'll stop someplace and have breakfast, and 
you'll feel better. 

"You always think that food improves me." 

He laughed and looked down at her. 

She looked back at him, smiling now, trying to be bright and cheerful. 

"Well, it does improve you. It improves your outlook and gives you courage, 
doesn't it?" 

She chuckled and squeezed his thigh. "I suppose you're right," she said. 

They stopped off at a small roadside place, and ordered a huge breakfast. He 
wanted to stuff her to the ears. 

He watched her swallow down orange juice and scrambled eggs and bacon and 
lots of toast, with a few cups of coffee. 

She ate more than he did. 

Actually, as he thought about it, he realized that he felt sorry for Betsy, 
that she had to go back and face the mean men. 

He wondered if he could do it for her. He wished he could get hold of them 
and knock their heads together. 

Well, it served her right, he figured, for trying to juggle so many cocks 
all at the same time. 

She had been a strange one before she knew him, gathering a collection of 
guys from the docks, who didn't want to give her up so fast. 

"I wish you didn't owe them anything," he said. 

"So do I." 

"If it's only money," he continued, "maybe I can pay off your bills." 

"No, it isn't cash. You know that would be simple, Leo, it's all the 
favors." 

He knew it was true. She had lived with all those guys for so long, that she 
couldn't run away from them without risking being followed and caught up 
with. Yet, she didn't want anyone intruding on her knew life with him. 

How was she going to make the break. 

What could he do? 

He didn't know yet. He would have to think about it. But he was damn sure 
that he would come up with some kind of a solution. 

They rode for the next half hour or so, making very little conversation. 

Betsy leaned against , the door, digesting her breakfast, and thinking her 
private thoughts. 

But they reached New York eventually. 

There was no way not to. 

"Well, the sooner we get all of this over with, the sooner we can move up to 
the country, just the two of us." 

He drove over to the crooked street downtown on the West Side, where she 
kept her apartment. He had paid for the place for the last month and a half, 
and he felt like it was his, too. 

"Mind if I come up?" he said, as she got out of the car. 

She turned and looked through the open window. 

She leaned her arms on the windowsill, and said, "Leo, I think you better 
not." 

He studied her face. 

"Why?" 

"You know," she said, she didn't seem to want to go on. 

He felt he better leave good enough alone. Maybe if he gave Betsy credit for 
knowing what she was doing, she would solve her problems herself, and in 
good time, maybe even sooner than he realized. 

"All right," he said, "I'm going on my merry way." 

"I'll see you later then?" her face an eager question. 

"Of course," he said, "I'll come by to pick you up around five, and we'll 
have dinner together. Then maybe go to the movies or something. Would you 
like that?" 

"You know I like everything we do together, Leo." She reached in and patted 
his cheek with an affectionate gesture. 

He kissed her small fingers. He really cared for her. 

"It will be okay," he tried to reassure her again, "really will, Betsy." 

She gave him a weak smile. "I know it, I know it will, it's just that I hate 
the mess." 

He saw her face grow pale, and her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Leo drove the car away, remembering that he had his own problems to contend 
with. He wasn't exactly a guy with strings attached. There was all those 
cute little girls whom he had been screwing before he had met Betsy. Girls 
he had taken care of who needed his protection. Girls he didn't want to 
leave out in the cold, even though he loved Betsy more than anyone. 

The first one on his mind was Lila. She seemed the most helpless of 
everyone. 

He had called to tell her that he would be gone for the weekend, and she 
hadn't taken it lightly. In fact she had cried into the telephone, and he 
had had to hang up on her while she was still in tears. 

Now he felt a need to get to her quickly, to cool her off, and calm her 
down, and reassure her in some way, and give her money to last her until she 
found another Daddy. 

It seemed strange to Leo that he was really giving up Lila after three 
months of intimate love and affection, and dependence. 

But he had no choice. He couldn't make Betsy one of a group. He was in love 
with Betsy. She was a special girl, and he intended to give up everybody, 
just as he expected her to do the same for him. 

Still, Lila played on his mind. 

He wondered how she had spent the weekend, whether she had made herself 
miserable or whether she tired to forget him with another guy. It wasn't so 
easy to find a big strong fellow who would be nice to a girl, that much he 
knew without flattering himself. 

Lila was gorgeous in her sweet young way, and she shouldn't have much 
trouble finding herself somebody. She was particular though. She had 
rejected lots of good fellows, because they didn't meet her specifications. 
It wasn't only that she liked to fuck, that she was such a hot pussy. Yes, 
she as that, but much more. 

He began to feel the thrill of delight as he thought of how lively Lila 
could be in bed. His cock began to pound a little and he felt it taking on a 
half hard-on in his pants. 

He reached down and squeezed his dick. It was coming up real stiff. He 
didn't want to go into Lila's apartment with a hard-on. She would see it and 
that would be the end of all of his good speeches of leaving her. 

He went halfway up town and parked at a garage. He'd been a sucker for Lila 
at first, and gotten her a pretty snazzy apartment in a new high-rise 
building. 

Now he regretted having to pay such a stiff rent, but there was nothing he 
could do, he had signed the lease. 

In the lobby he fiddled in his pocket for the key, and realized he didn't 
have it with him. 

He pressed the door button. It rang in reply almost immediately and he went 
inside. He had the uneasy feeling she had been waiting for him every minute 
of the weekend. 

He wondered what kind of time she'd give him, whether she would carry on 
like a lonely kid, or try to be brave and let him be. He rode up in the 
elevator feeling tense and eager at the same time. His thoughts of Lila 
became blurred over with the imagined vision of her naked on the bed, 
waiting for him to fuck her. 

The elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor, and he got out and walked 
down the corridor. As he turned the corner, he heard her door open and saw 
her face pop out. 

Her long dark hair fell forward. 

She had brushed it, as always. She was so beautiful, so smooth. 

He felt his heart beginning to thump. 

His balls were banging away also. 

He knew that his cock was straining out hard in his pants, and that in 
another second or two he would come up close to her, and she would know it 
also. 

Then he'd be lost. 

He reached the door, and she stepped out. 

She was wearing a see-through robe of some sort, with little fuzzy white 
decorations at the edges. Right there in the hall she stepped into his arms 
and gave him a tremendous tight hug. 

He felt the full length of her body pressed against him. Immediately she 
knew that his prick was hard. He could tell it from the smile the blossomed 
suddenly on her face. 

She pulled inside and slammed the door behind them. She didn't bother to 
talk. not even to say hello, or where were you, or anything. She was an 
opportunist, and she was hungry. 

She hung around his neck with all her weight, and pressed her belly against 
his. She began to lift her hips and grind away against his hard-on. She was 
dry-humping him like crazy, turning him on so hard that he thought he would 
explode right then, and shoot in his pants. 

But Lila was smart, and she knew what to do. 

She stepped away from him in a few minutes, and began to unbuckle his belt. 

She zipped down the zipper and made him step out of his clothes. 

He didn't even feel strange standing there in his shirt tails with his cock 
poking out. Lila made him feel right at home and comfortable. She stepped in 
close again, moving aside the material from her robe, so that she was naked 
too. 

He felt the hot curve of her thighs catching hold of his dick between them. 

She closed her legs tightly on his cock and the warm flesh enveloped it. 

She sighed in his ear. 

And she began kissing his face then, with her parted lips. 

Her tongue made a fine hot line down his cheek to his mouth. She plunged her 
tongue into his mouth and pressed herself tightly up against him. 

He felt his cock leaping up between her legs, lifting high to where her cunt 
was. 

He felt the ooze of her juices onto him. 

She reached down with one hand and grabbed hold of his balls, squeezing them 
gently, massaging them with great love and care. 

"I missed you honey," she said in a hoarse voice. 

He didn't answer her. He didn't want to tell her a lie. 

He hadn't missed her at all, not for a second. Only now, he wanted her. 
Being in her company turned him on. Turned on a flame, into a fire. 

In a minute she had him over to the couch near the window. He caught a brief 
glimpse of the city skyline, out beyond the smog. Then he was lying on top 
of her on the couch. 

She seemed to sink into the pillows, and draw him down with her. His weight 
was tremendous on top of hers, and it flattened out the cushions beneath her 
body. But she was equal to him in her own way. She spread her legs. 

He felt the long lovely thighs going round his hips. She tightened her knees 
against his hips now, and drew his body toward her. 

She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, directing his stiff shaft 
right in between her cunt lips through the hole. 

As he entered her, he heard her sigh with deep profound pleasure. 

He grunted to himself like an animal, feeling the rise and thrust of a 
terrific lusty need. 

He had to fuck her! 

He felt the heavy load building up in his balls. 

"Oh my, big Daddy," she said hoarsely into his ear. 

She began to wash his ear with her tongue. She was panting against him. He 
felt the wet breath of her desire. He slipped into her all the way to the 
hilt. 

She tilted her pelvis further. The cushions seemed to raise her hips 
somehow. He drove into her like a mighty dynamo. He was screwing her now in 
long thrusting strokes of great strength. She moved with him, working her 
hips back and forth like a hammering machine, that could not stop, and 
needed relentlessly to come. 

They worked together. They knew each others bodies well. She clung to him 
with her long nails raking down the skin of his back. 

He closed his eyes and saw a blind white spec bouncing there. He thrust his 
mouth down and bit into his lips. She gurgled with the joy of the light 
delicious pain of his pleasure. 

She clung to him, writhing away like mad, as he poked her. 

He felt her body getting hotter and hotter, the flesh perspiring and seeming 
to melt beneath him. 

She growled low and bit into his shoulder, and then she was coming. He felt 
it happen in her suddenly, one long tremendous commotion. Her body heaved 
and went into a transfixed convulsions. 

Her hips continued to grind but her belly contracted over and over again. He 
felt the strength of her cunt milking his prick. It was then that he started 
to shoot his load. Over and over the juices spurted from him. 

He thought he had a well of cream that had to empty. He just kept coming, 
his stuff emptying into her cunt. 

She was panting like a wild animal. Her limbs devoured him and clung to him, 
while her cunt worked. She groaned and crooned and said things that he could 
not make out. 

He was writhing all over her, grinding her into the couch. She contributed 
her own strength to the action. She lifted-herself and pounded against him, 
like waves beating on the shore. 

It took a long while before she began to relax. 

Slowly, slowly, her body stopped throbbing with such intense heat. The flame 
seemed to soften and become lower. She dropped away from him, little by 
little. Finally she sighed and let her arms relax away from his shoulders. 

Her knees widened and her left leg touched the floor. 

He lifted up and off of her. Gently, slowly, he pulled his prick out of her 
cunt, jackknifing from her body. 

He sat up and stretched his legs out. 

She groaned and sat up too. 

And then she stood and stretched. 

She put her hands on her behind, and began to massage the ass cheeks. 

She walked away from him, not looking back, not asking questions. She was so 
totally satisfied that it made her confident his presence convinced her that 
he loved her. 

Lila wasn't the type to pry into the other corners of his life. She was 
smart enough to et him be, and do what he wanted. 

He stood, too, and decided to get himself something cold to drink from the 
kitchen. 

Without saying anything, he strolled over. 

She didn't come in for a while. He didn't know what she was doing in the 
bedroom. Then he heard the water in the bath running, and he knew she was 
washing the come from between her legs. She was attentive to her body, and 
he enjoyed that about her. She was taking care of herself as if she was 
special, and she thought of herself as being special. 

There was no harm in that. She was beautiful. She was a sweet young girl, 
who really appreciated this young time of her life. 

Leo opened the refrigerator door and took out a beer and uncapped it. 

He was thirsty. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Leo drank the beer slowly, and was on the second bottle before Lila came 
into the kitchen. 

She had taken a bath and dressed. He looked at her. She was lovely just as 
she always was, dressed simply in a cotton dress, that came down to the 
knees. 

She was tall for a young thing, and willowy, like a sapling. But she had a 
certain know-how that came from growing up in New York City. 

She had her dark hair pinned back behind her ears. 

They were sweet little ears, he noticed. He remembered, never having thought 
about her ears before, but she was suddenly special to him, and he noticed 
the details of her, the way her body formed below her dress, the way her 
hips curved, and the way her ass stood out just a little bit. 

There was something proud in her entire being, and he loved that about Lila. 

"Help yourself," she laughed, "do you want to get drunk before this 
evening?" 

"Beer doesn't reach me," he said, "you know that." 

She laughed again. "I know something else. I know you're exhausted, and when 
you are, beer and even milk will reach you, honey." 

She was being good natured. 

Leo smiled. He wondered if she sensed anything, or whether she wanted to 
avoid the whole topic, thinking that if they didn't talk about separating, 
he wouldn't go. 

"How about you," he said idly, "do you want some coffee? Do you want to go 
out for lunch?" 

He wanted to please her, to be civil. He certainly didn't care to hurt her 
feelings. He loved Lila in his own way. It's just that she wasn't Betsy. How 
could he tell her so, how could he? 

Lila came up to him and put one arm around his waist, and gave him a big 
hug, then let go, looking at him directly. 

She was nobody's fool, he knew, she understood that something was going on, 
but she was also bright enough not to talk about it, not bring it up until 
he would. 

She said, "How would you like to come with me over to the health club for a 
swim? It would do us both a lot of good." 

"I could use the exercise," he chuckled, patting his waist. 

He knew he was tight as a drum, more from fucking than from anything else, 
but he wanted to sound agreeable, and be agreeable. 

She kept a pair of his bathing trunks in her drawer. A few minutes later she 
had both their suits in a travel bag with a couple of towels. The health 
club was on the pent-house floor. He figured he might as well get some use 
out of it, since this was the last time he would be here. 

They road upstairs and changed in their separate lockers. 

He came out to the pool sooner than she did, and jumped in, and swam a 
couple of laps, enjoying the easy movement of his body. 

He felt great. 

When he reached the shallow end for the third time, he stood up and looked 
around. She was just coming out now, tucking her hair into the white bathing 
cap. 

She looked like a movie star, he thought. The bathing suit clung to her 
perfectly. The tight material emphasized the lovely flatness of her belly, 
and the perfect curve of her hips, as they slipped down to her tight thighs. 

She was really a pleasure to look at, and it made him turn on knowing that 
he had just fucked this beauty. He could fuck her any time that he wanted 
to, also. 

She loved him. 

That was the truth! 

His pride focused into his cock. He hoped he wasn't standing up stiff inside 
his bathing suit. 

She came to the edge of the pool, and stretched out her arms, smiled at him 
across the distance of water, and dove in with a great dive. 

He watched her glide under the water, along the bottom of the pool tile. 

She moved like a fish, halfway the length, and then surfaced. Then she swam 
with strong but graceful strokes the rest of the way to him. She came up 
with a whoosh and stood beside him and smiled, squinting as the water 
dripped from her eyelashes. 

"Come on, I'll race you," she laughed. 

He swam with her back and forth a few times, going easily beside her, 
enjoying the sensation of her rhythmic movements, and the recollection of 
their screwing just a little while ago. 

A couple of other people who were around the place, left soon, and they were 
alone. They continued swimming and treading water, and he realized that he 
didn't want to top moving, because if he stopped, he would get a hard-on, 
and want to kiss her again, and fuck her. 

He had a crazy desire to screw her right here in the water. 

She seemed to resist thoughts. She reached out under the water, however, and 
quickly grabbed hold of his trunks. 

"Hey, don't," he aid. 

She realized by his tone of voice that he was coming on. Her face glittered 
with delight. 

"See what happens when you stay away so long?" she said tauntingly. "You get 
horny and you can't stop it." 

He wondered for a second if it was true. After all, he had fucked all 
weekend, and here he was horny as a toad. 

She came up to him, and didn't heed his warning. She cupped his cock in her 
hands in the water, then she lifted herself and wrapped her legs around his 
waist. 

"What's going to happen if someone comes in here?" 

She shrugged. 

"So they'll see, so what." 

"You crazy thing." 

Lila laughed with wild abandon. 

She was like that, he remembered, self-centered and confident. 

It was a quality that he had enjoyed, until lately. 

Now he thought of it. It was just a bitch of a nuisance to be regulated by 
some dame who didn't take his feelings into consideration. Maybe that was 
really why he had fallen in love with Betsy. Betsy always was good to him 
and tried to do what he wanted. Betsy was no boss like Lila. 

At the same time, he was coming on real strong now. His cock throbbed, 
pressing up through the last bit to here her crotch bounced on top of him 
lightly on top of the water, buoyant with the movement of the ripples. 

"Look," he said, "if this is what you want, let's go back down to the 
apartment." 

"What's wrong with screwing in the pool?" she chuckled. 

"Stop fooling around, Lila," he aid. 

"I'm not, I mean it." 

"You would really like your neighbors to see you stretched out here getting 
screwed?" 

"I don't give a damn what anybody sees." 

He believed her. At the same time, it was his job to protect her, his 
responsibility to be strong and influential. He wasn't going to kid around 
up here, and get in trouble. 

He forced her off him. 

He tried to walk out of the water, but the going was so slow with the 
pressure against him. 

She went after him, kicking, trying to pull his pants down as he went. He 
caught hold of her wrists, and tried to prevent her from making him trouble. 

She half succeeded in getting his pants down. 

He felt the material moving past the crack of his ass. 

"Hey, quit it, Lila," he said. 

"No, I won't, I like to see you blush. You're so cute with your face all red 
like that." 

He didn't answer her. He was really angry. But it was foolish to be angry 
with Lila. She was just a child, and didn't know what it was all about. 

She didn't have the good sense that he had. That's what made her so 
interesting, he supposed, her flare for living in the moment, for doing 
things impulsively. 

He struggled out of the pool, finally, and Lila bounced up beside him. 

He really looked like a fuming volcano. 

She pulled off her bathing cap and shook it. 

Her hair fell down beautifully to her shoulders. She was terribly gorgeous, 
he realized for the umpteenth time. 

He never got tired of her looks. 

"Come on down stairs," he said, his voice was a command, directing her to do 
what he told her. 

Usually she became perverse, when she felt that he was giving her orders. 
Today, however, she was different. 

She probably sensed the change in him, and figured that she better go along 
with what he wanted, or there would be trouble. 

She went docile with him. 

They put on robes, and didn't bother to change back into their clothing, but 
went back down into the apartment with their dripping wet suits. 

The moment they got inside and shut the door, Lila was on him again. 

They were both turned on from the swim, and refreshed by it also. They had 
new energy for screwing. 

She pulled his terry-cloth robe off and tossed it onto the chair with his 
own. 

"I'll take care of those things later, the way I always do." 

He didn't pay any attention to what she had said. He didn't care about her 
housekeeping. He reached for her body and brought her to him. 

Her suit was cold, and her flesh cool, from the water. She was smooth and 
delicious. She smelled slightly from chlorine. He wrapped his arms around 
her and put his face down to her damp hair. 

In a moment he was devouring her mouth with kisses. He felt her panting in 
his embrace. She was hot for him, too. She had been horny the entire 
weekend. 

She lifted her body to his. The damp suit was smooth, but he wanted to get 
her out of it fast. He hooked his thumb through the shoulder straps, and 
removed the suit. It came down past her breasts. 

He ducked down and put his mouth to the cool skin of her tits. Her nipples 
were standing erect. They were large and very dark. He took one tit into his 
mouth, and began to lick it, tasting the salt of her perspiration, and the 
water that came from her swimming. 

He felt his cock growing hard as a lance. 

He reached down himself and pulled off his trunks. They were naked now 
together. He stood up, running his cock along the length of her legs, until 
it jabbed forward against her cunt. 

The head of his prick sought and found the entrance to her box. 

The bulb slid down along the slit. 

He felt the pressure of her hardened clit. 

It seemed to be pulsating with sexual desires. 

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. 

The bed was large, with clean white sheets on it. 

He dropped her lightly onto the bed, falling on top of her. He wanted to eat 
her alive. 

She spread her legs gently. 

He dived his cock deep into her hole, and began to poke her wildly. 

He was mad to fuck her. 

She flung her arms around his neck and hung on. 

"Oh Leo, I love you." 

She didn't often say it like this, so sincere, so determined. 

He knew that she was hot as a wild beast. 

So was he. 

He fucked her like crazy, rubbing his prick in and out, scraping her cunt 
walls. 

He reached down with his hands and clutched her ass. 

He brought her body up high against his own. 

He worked his prick deeper and deeper into her, until there was no further 
he could go. He was fucking and fucking her hard. 

"Leo, Leo," she kept saying into his ear, crooning out the name. 

She was so lovely, he knew that he wanted to just keep on fucking her 
forever. 

He thought of how beautiful she was, wanting him, needing him, having him. 

He tightened in a sudden swell of orgasm. 

He was shooting now, furiously. 

It was great. 

He felt her beginning to contract and convulse with the start of her own 
orgasm. 

The thought of her coming turned him on, as his head seemed to explode. 

He began to shoot and shoot inside her, feeling the hot cream flush through 
her. 

The mingling of their body juices made sloshing sounds as he worked his 
prick up and down inside her. 

"Oh, love love love," she said. 

She was moaning and cooing. 

He pressed her into the bed with the weight and thrust of his orgasm, and 
then he began to grow looser. 

He felt her trying herself. 

Her arms and legs came away from him gradually. 

She sighed with a long sigh of contentment. 

He lifted from his body, slipping his prick out of her cunt. 

He lay beside her, kissing her ear. 

She turned to him, and half smiled. 

She said, "Now tell me the truth, Leo, anyone a better lay for you than I 
am?" 

He looked at her. 

He had no answer. 

She had his number. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Leo felt that Lila had him trapped in the apartment, trapped with the truth. 

On the other hand, how could he tell her about Betsy. There was something 
special about that other girl. She turned him on, deep down at the very 
center of his balls. 

His heat that burned for her cunt was special. Lila was a good lay, sure, 
even a better lay somehow. But Betsy tied him all up in knots inside. How 
could he explain this to Lila. 

He decided not to fight with her, or even argue. 

The best thing was to keep the peace. 

He also felt that he needed to get out of there, fresh air, away from Lila. 

She seemed to sense this, that he was leaving her. 

She said, "I don't want to make life hard for you, Leo, there are no strings 
attached between me and you. If you want to go, go." 

He couldn't believe his ears, and he hustled getting dressed. 

She eyed him all the time. 

He felt uneasy with her large eyes watching him. 

But he had to get out of there. 

As he was at the door, she said, "I wonder what the twins are going to 
think. Are you on your way there now?" 

He could hardly believe, Lila, she was reading his mind. 

He stopped dead in his tracks at the door. 

"How do you know them?" he asked. 

Lila smiled. 

"It's a small world, in some circles." 

He began to wonder if his life wasn't completely open. He could imagine what 
would happen next, too. He would leave her, and start on his way to May and 
Janet, the twins, while he was going, Lila would probably phone ahead of him 
and tell them what to expect. 

He realized that Lila could really tie his life up. 

"There is nothing you want that I won't give you " Leo said, "if you just 
let me go in peace. Understand?" 

Lila nodded. 

She understood, but he saw the glitter in her eyes, and knew that her pride 
had been hurt. 

That was the worst thing. He couldn't undercut Lila in any way. Well, he 
wasn't going to hang around and try to soothe her. Facts were facts. 

He let himself out the door and rode down the elevator, wondering what the 
hell would confront him when he reached the twins apartment. 

He felt astounded that Lila knew May and Janet. Nobody had said a word to 
him about it. 

His life was an open book. He was the only one who hadn't read it. 

The twins lived on the East Side of town, and traffic was heavy. He drove 
impatiently, and went through a red light once, feeling as though he was 
hurtling to his doom. 

He parked near First Avenue, and started walking toward the row of 
brownstones where May and Janet lived. 

They at least paid, their own rent, and he remembered all the attention they 
paid to him, all the good times they had had, threesomes in bed, fucking 
like crazy, lots of laughs. 

The lobby door was open, and he didn't bother to ring the bell downstairs. 

He felt the devilish desire to burst in on them, unexpectedly, or as 
unexpected as possible considering Lila's knowledge. 

He walked up the three flights, and tried the doorknob. 

It was locked though. 

He rang the bell and waited, and then rang it again. 

It never occurred to Leo that the girls would not be home. He thought that 
Lila hadn't reached them either, therefore, maybe he still had a chance to 
get to them before she did. 

He started down the stairs again, and as he reached the first level, he saw 
them coming out of a neighbors apartment. 

They looked so cute and sweet, just like two dolls. 

They came racing at him, with arms outstretched, and flung them around his 
neck, hanging on to him. 

He felt like a Christmas tree, all decorated, by the sweet young bodies of 
May and Janet. Each one took his arm, and they started up the stairs again. 

They were fiery red-heads, with bright blue eyes, and freckled faces, and 
full of energy. 

They looked like mischievous kids. 

They were babbling at him, both at the same time. 

The gist of it was how much they'd missed him, and where had he been, and 
all that harmless kind of chit-chat. 

When they got into the apartment, they poured milk, and took down boxes of 
cookies, and climbed all over him with crumbs falling from their lips over 
his clothing. 

He was overwhelmed by their affection and attention. 

They were in the living room on the large couch, where there was enough 
space for all three. 

Soon they began kissing him and fondling him. 

He felt a hand on his crotch. Another hand on the back of his neck. 

A tongue went into his ear. Another one found his mouth. 

It was a tangle of arms and legs, and clothing began to come off. 

He heard panting sounds, and inhaled the aroma of perfumed flesh. 

He felt his cock beginning to peak up into a hard-on. 

He reached out and felt tits in his hands. 

Bellies rubbed against him, and knees pressed up against his ass. 

He opened his mouth and now there was a nipple on his tongue. 

He felt it becoming hard against the pressure of his kissing. 

Voices squeaked all over his body. 

Red lips nibbled at his skin. 

A hand started moving his shaft up and down, and a mouth kissed his cock. 

He felt the tongue suckling down around in his balls. 

A finger played in around his ass hole. He closed his eyes and let his body 
be overwhelmed by the love of two beautiful young girls. 

They couldn't keep themselves away from him. 

He lifted his hips and suddenly thrust his cock up. 

He felt the slide of a cunt down on his shaft. 

The slippery hot juice of the cunt bathed him. 

Someone made a low groaning sound, then a face disappeared and a cunt 
appeared in its place over his head. 

The hairy twats settled down on his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and found 
the tip of an erected clit. 

He began to lick his tongue rapidly. 

He reached up and grabbed her hips with his two hands, and held the hips 
steady on his face. 

Meanwhile, somebody was banging up and down on his shaft. 

He moved his hips and his mouth. 

He felt himself rolling in an ocean of flesh. Grunts mingled and sweat began 
to pour from everyone. He smelled a musky desire from their bodies. 

He knew that these two girls could rotate, and the sex could go on for hours 
at a time. That was what was special about them. 

He continued playing his hands and his mouth and his prick. 

Groans grew stronger and action became heavier. 

The couch began to squeak and shift around on the carpet. 

The weight of three bodies strained it. Suddenly someone began to convulse. 

He felt his cock beginning to shoot hot cream upward. The cunt on his face 
started to dribble. He swallowed, wildly, flicking his tongue in and out of 
the hold. 

Nails raked his flesh. 

A shriek was heard. 

Three bodies continued to contract violently. Orgasms blended with soft 
shrieking voices. 

Slowly they began to relax, and leave each other, moving, driving and 
drifting away, and in a little while they were all off the couch, and 
crawling around on the floor. 

Janet was looking toward a bottle of milk. May had the last of the cookie 
crumbs on her palm, and was lapping them off. 

Leo looked at the two girls, and wondered what the hell he had been doing 
with his life. How could he tell them about Betsy. How could he say anything 
that made sense when all he really wanted to do was fuck, and here he was 
satisfied right down to the very center of his balls. 

He looked at his prick, and he thought that it ruled the world. 

He was on the floor, letting the bristles of the carpet rub his back, where 
the perspiration was beginning to dry. 

He stared up at the ceiling. 

The girls were seated beside him now, one of them hugging, the other 
stretched out, her head resting on his stomach. 

Janet said, "I hope you had a good weekend." 

May giggled. 

They both knew he had been off screwing someone that they hadn't met. 

And they didn't care. 

That was the neat thing about these girls. He felt completely confident of 
them. 

He had to admit it, they were great. 

He loved screwing them. 

He didn't want to give them up for Betsy. He closed his eyes and swallowed, 
facing the truth of this. He loved Betsy, he adored her, and this was just a 
case of choosing. If it was between Betsy and Lila, there would be no 
contest. 

But with these two, it was different. 

How could he give up so much for only one. 

Suddenly he realized the truth. 

He would make Betsy part of the circle, instead of giving up the circle to 
be with Betsy only. 

The phone rang. 

He sat up suddenly. 

"Don't take it," he said, "let it ring." 

May looked at him. He had sounded so urgent, about nothing at all. 

He realized that he had made a mistake, by saying anything at all. 

Janet stood up and walked to the phone, looking at Leo curiously all the 
time. Leo wished that he could get up and answer the phone, and take it away 
from Janet, but that would only make matters worse. 

He sat perfectly still, and listened to Janet on the phone, even though she 
made unintelligible grunts, and didn't give away the flow of the 
conversation. 

May listened with half an ear, and watched Leo with the rest of her 
attention. 

She took Leo's hand and put it on her breast. 

"What's the matter hon," she said to him. Leo kissed her lightly on the side 
of her mouth. 

"Nothing at all." 

"Don't tell me that," she said, disbelievingly. "Oh well, sometimes a person 
has a rough weekend." 

"Not you though." Her eyes gleamed with understanding. 

"Just difficult," he said. 

The conversation was interrupted by the click of the receiver. 

Janet came toward them, and looked down at Leo. 

"That was Lila," she said, and she didn't have to say any more. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Janet didn't say anything at first. She kept the secret. 

May, who understood her sister perfectly, didn't ask any questions. 

Leo, who understood the situation, and Lila perfectly, also didn't ask any 
questions, but he didn't feel so good. 

In fact, he felt damn lousy, being caught in the middle. 

He felt something like a golden ring being grabbed at by the kids on the 
merry-go-round. Janet started to put her clothes on. 

May said, "Why are you doing that, dear?" 

"Enough is enough," Janet said. "I have other things to do." 

She sounded slightly miffed. Leo knew why, but May looked at her sister 
curiously. 

Leo decided to jump the gun. 

"That was Lila on the phone, wasn't it?" he said. 

Janet nodded. 

May said, "So what?" 

Leo said, "Lila has a grudge against me right now, don't you understand?" 

Janet said, "Well?" 

She was challenging him to deny all the accusations that Lila had made. 

"The fact is," Leo said to both girls, "I really did come here to say 
good-bye to you, but you see, I didn't and I don't think I can." May 
laughed. "Why should you even want to?" 

Leo shrugged. "I thought I was in love for good." 

Janet said, "That's what Lila told me." 

"Well," he shrugged, "can't we just forget it? I made a mistake." 

"Are you?" 

"You know, I'm really damned angry with her, causing me all this grief. She 
didn't have to phone you. She could have let me go my own way." 

"She cares for you," said Janet. 

"I don't think so, it sounds pretty damn selfish," May put in. 

Leo said, "I agree with May." 

"Okay," Janet said, "do what you want." But she had lost the cuddly cozy 
attitude that she always felt from her. 

Yes, Lila had caused a definite riff. 

"Don't be angry," May said stroking his leg, "please, you're going to ruin 
the day for us all." 

"I don't think I'm going to hang around," Leo said, "things look pretty 
sour, and there is nothing I can do about them," May said. 

"Oh yes there is." 

Janet said, "Let him go." 

She sounded so uptight, that Leo suspected that Lila had told her something 
else, also. He wondered what it was, but he didn't dare ask her. She 
wouldn't necessarily tell him, either. 

May was still on his side, though, maybe he could use her as an ally against 
Lila. 

Janet said, "Come on, Leo, put your clothes on. I think it's time for you to 
go. Don't you?" 

The words were a definite insult. Leo felt that he was being kicked out of a 
place. 

"If he gets dressed and goes," May said, "I'm going with him. For sure." 

Janet said, "Don't be a jerk." 

He was about to see the twins fight, which was new to him, and he didn't 
want to witness it, didn't want it to happen. 

"Girls, girls," he said, "have a heart. You're going to ruin everything, and 
I couldn't bear it." 

He decided he'd rather leave than witness a fight. He got dressed quickly 
and walked out, letting the girls hack it out between themselves and with 
Lila too, if they insisted. 

He looked at his watch. It was getting on into the afternoon. He remembered 
Betsy. The thoughts were strange and almost alien. He wondered how long ago 
he'd seen her. It felt like a year. 

He went home to take a shower and change so he would look normal, rather 
than like he'd been through a fucking machine, which was exactly how he 
felt. 

At five o'clock he went to her apartment to pick her up. 

He rang the bell, waited, and got no answer. 

He rang again and again. 

Still no answer. 

He was puzzled, that she shouldn't be home when be expecting him. 

He went up to the comer and stepped into a phone booth and dialed her 
number. 

The phone rang and rang. She really wasn't there. 

He walked back to the building, and saw someone going inside. 

He went along, and slipped in with them, up to her apartment, deciding to 
leave a note at the door. 

When he reached it, he heard strange sounds inside. 

She was there. 

It was true. 

But she wasn't alone. 

He realized what was going on and that she had a guy in there, that she 
couldn't get rid of." 

He rang the buzzer now, and pounded on the door. 

Some man's voice called, "Get the hell away." 

Instantly Leo realized that Betsy had told this ex-lover of hers what was 
going on, but the guy wouldn't believe her. 

"Damn prick," Leo called, "open this fucking door." 

He heard uncontrollable sobbing, and knew that Betsy was inside being 
miserable. 

He wondered if she had gotten beaten up. 

He felt furious, like he could tear the door down with his bare hands. 

He banged the buzzer some more, and kicked at the door, and kept kicking at 
it until it opened. 

The guy standing there didn't look frightening, not to him, but he realized 
that he was a formidable threat to Betsy. 

Where was she? 

He looked back the bruiser's shoulders. No sign of her. He didn't say a word 
to the guy, just grabbed him by his shirt collar, and yanked him out into 
the hall. Then he slammed the door shut between them and locked it securely. 

Now it was the other guy's turn to bang on the buzzer and kick wildly. 

But Leo wasn't going to open it for him, not now or ever. 

He walked through the apartment calling for Betsy. And then he came back 
again, and found her standing in a shadowed comer of the hall he had passed 
her in his fury. 

He came to her, and pulled her quickly into his arms. Her body was hot and 
shivering. She was trying to stop the sobs, but unsuccessfully. Frightened 
to death, he thought. 

"Okay, okay," he said, "it's all over now. 

You're safe." 

She knew it, of course, but she couldn't believe it, or pull herself 
together so soon." 

He realized that he had to let her sob and cry it out, until her system was 
ready to relax. 

He drew her into the small living room, and sat down with her on the 
two-seater that converted into a bed. 

He sat down with his arm around her shoulder, and cuddled her close, holding 
her, and protecting her, so that she settled down gradually against him. 

He looked around the room for signs of violence. Maybe that guy had given 
her a really rough time, and she was crying for other reasons than mere 
fright. 

But he didn't see anything knocked over or out of place, and he wasn't going 
to question Betsy now while she was still so miserable. 

The best thing he could do for her, would be to help her forget the 
incident, and remind her that she was really secure with him. 

He intended to protect her. 

"It's all over," he said, "don't you see?" 

"Oh, Leo, darling, what a mess." 

She was trying to smile through the tears. 

"Well, isn't the mess finished?" 

She shook her head. "No, it's going on and on." 

"But I got rid of him?" 

Her smile became stronger with appreciation for his efforts. 

"But don't you see?" she murmured. "This is just the first one. I haven't 
even gotten to the middle of my list." 

Leo clucked at her. "That's what you get for being promiscuous," he said. 
"Isn't one guy at a time enough for you?" 

She was grinning now, and she crept up along his body. 

She put her mouth to his ear, and said, "Is one girl at a time enough for 
you?" 

He laughed back at her now. 

They understood each other. 

But, could he tell her that he wasn't able to give up May and Janet? 

He wondered about it, and decided that this wasn't the time to talk about 
himself. 

He folded her tightly into his arms and brought his mouth down to her 
tear-streaked cheek. 

He began to kiss the wet face lovingly, carefully, deliciously. 

The salty taste was good to his tongue. 

He felt himself turning on to her. 

It was really something special. How could he have forgotten that about her. 

His cock began to throb. 

This was going to be his third lay in twelve hours, and he wondered where he 
got the strength for it. But that was Betsy. She could always turn him on. 
He might have screwed a whole army of women, but when Betsy came along, his 
cock would be popping up immediately. 

The room was quiet. The guy had stopped pounding on the door outside, and 
had probably gone away. It was really peaceful, and Betsy was beginning to 
gain confidence, and concentrate on their love-making. 

The sobs quieted, and she was breathing calmly against his neck. 

He felt the heat coming up from his body now. He wondered if she had screwed 
the guy today. 

He supposed she had. 

But did she enjoy it though? 

He put his hands down to her crotch, and felt her cunt. 

It was all hot and juicy. 

The clitoris was standing up. All the evidence pointed to the fact that she 
had started on the guy, but had probably stopped before she had come. 

Maybe she couldn't make it with him. 

The idea that Betsy had been unable to screw somebody else because she loved 
him, turned Leo on like crazy. 

He couldn't ask her, but he realized that was probably the facts. 

He took his hand out from inside her underwear, and patted her cheeks. 

"I love you," he said, "do you know it?" 

She nodded through her lowered lids. "Yes, and I love you, Leo, it's the 
truth, I love you all the way." 

After a while, she said, "I didn't fuck that guy. I suppose you know it?" 

He nodded. 

She felt compelled to tell him everything. 

"I tried, I really did. I thought I could just screw him and send him on his 
way, but I couldn't, I couldn't get hot for him at all. 

Leo said, "Don't talk about it." 

He put his mouth on hers. 

She began to work her body up and down on his. He felt the pressure of her 
tits through his chest. 

She began to undress him. She liked to do that. She liked to take her time, 
feel his chest, and play with the hair on it. 

She kissed his skin as it came into view, and rolled her tongue up and down 
along his belly. His cock was standing up hard as a statue. 

She opened his pants and took out his prick. She looked at it, and began to 
fondle it, as though she cared for it separately from the rest of him. 

"Oh, I love you, Leo, love you, love you." She put her mouth down to his 
prick, and began to work her tongue up and down it. 

Her sweet little blonde head was so dear to him, he wondered how he could 
ever think of anybody else. 

He began to stroke her silky hair. 

His cock was humping and beating, pulsing like mad to come. 

But he didn't want to shoot his load. He wanted to lay her. 

He started to take her clothing off also, and pretty soon his hands were 
fondling her soft damp flesh. 

She was all ready for action. 

The other guy had primed her, and he was going to do the actual screwing, 
what a great opportunity. 

. Yes, she really loved him. His heart was touched. 

She wiggled over his lap. She stood up, and said, "Let's open the couch and 
really get at it." 

He stood up and helped her pull open the spring and the mattress. There was 
plenty of room now to fuck, as they liked to. 

She crawled onto the mattress, and he crawled on top of her. She lay on her 
belly, and he lay down on top of her. He felt the huge bulk of his body 
pressing her down. She spread her legs. He guided his dick in between her 
spread thighs. 

Her wet cunt was like a beacon calling to him. 

He slipped the head of his dick inside her hole. 

He reached down then, along the front of her body, and fondled her cunt with 
his fingers. 

"Okay, just get ready." 

He was eager. 

His fingers found the slit of her cunt. 

Then he touched the tip of her stiff clitoris. He began to play with it, 
while his shaft entered her hole. 

He shoved himself all the way up inside of her. 

She arched her back, and raised her ass. 

She was ready and willing and able to screw him wildly. 

She began to gyrate her hips as he did his. They were working in unison. 

He liked screwing her from the back, sometimes. 

His face nuzzled down along the rear of her neck. He inhaled the fragrance 
of her hair, while he was screwing her. 

She was musky and lovely, and beginning to sweat again. 

He grasped hold of her around the waist now, and locked into position. 

He felt the hot stuff rising in his balls, and cream forming there, ready to 
shoot out of him, but he kept going along inside of her, not rushing it, not 
wanting to come too soon. 

He wanted to give her a chance to build up her orgasm to the very peak of 
pleasure. 

She was panting and groaning now. She liked the position, but it wasn't easy 
to fuck in that style on her belly. 

He supposed she could come, though. 

Her clit was pressing harder and harder against him, telling him that she 
was ready to make it now. 

And then, before he realized what was happening, she began to come, 
'contracting madly. 

The long rhythmic strain of her orgasm ran through the full length of her 
body. 

He caught it in his own. 

He began to shoot now too. 

He felt his liquid coming up and out of his prick, splashing around inside 
her cunt. 

He shot and shot as though it had been years since he had screwed a girl 
before. 

The fucking with Betsy was always new and wonderful. 

All of him shivered with delightful thrills. 

He felt that he would love and protect her forever, regardless of what else 
he did with other people. 

She as the one and only cunt for him, for real. 

And then it was over, and he lifted himself out of her. 

She flopped down flat on her belly, and sighed. 

Then she put her face into her hands, and began to sob again uncontrollably. 

Leo sat for a while, shocked, staring at her, wondering what the trouble 
was, and if he could solve it for her. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Life with Betsy wasn't going to be simple. 

He sat for a time, crossed-legged and silent, letting her cry her eyes out, 
hoping that she would relieve herself of all of the tension and conflicts 
that had piled up inside her head. 

Finally she settled down and turned around. 

She stroked his face with an affectionate hand. 

"I'm sorry," she murmured. 

"Don't worry," he said, "do you feel better now?" 

She nodded slowly. 

"But what am I going to do? 

"About what?" 

"Him." 

Leo shrugged. "Is he important?" 

"He's a damn nuisance, I'll tell you." 

"I can handle nuisances." 

"He's not your problem." 

"I can make it my problem," Leo reassured her, "if you want me to." 

She shrugged. 

"It isn't going to work, honey." 

She sounded so dejected, he didn't know how to console her, and yet, he 
realized that sometimes people could get in the way. He thought of May and 
Janet and his attentions, and how they had fallen to pieces. 

"I think the best thing for us," he aid, "is to go back to the country, 
where nobody else is." 

"You mean, just run away?" 

"Why not. Does that worry you?" 

"But we have to come back to New York." 

"What for?" 

"Everything," she said helplessly. 

He laughed. "You don't mean that." 

"I was born and brought up here. I don't know if I could make it without the 
city." 

"But we just got ourselves a place far away?" 

"I know, I know," she said, sounding sad, "but I didn't think it would be 
forever." 

"Well," Leo said, "what else is there to do?" 

"I don't know," she said, "that's why I feel so rotten." 

Life was beginning to get complicated, Leo realized. He hadn't expected 
this. 

He thought of Lila, and how happy she would be to hear this conversation 
between them. Lila probably could have predicted that true love wouldn't run 
smooth. She knew. 

Then a sudden nasty thought ran through Leo's head. 

"Tell me, sweetheart," he said, "how many other guys do we have to deal 
with?" 

Betsy looked at him very carefully. 

She didn't answer. 

"Well, it can't be so many," Leo said in a soft voice. 

"No, not many." 

"Well?" 

"Two more." 

"Oh, that's not so bad." 

She swallowed hard. 

"You know," she said, "I don't think I'll ever be free." 

"Oh yes you will," he said, pulling her to him, "I promise." 

"Maybe we should go away. Maybe that is the only answer." 

She sounded so hopeless, that Leo regretted the house altogether. 

"I wish I knew what made me get it for you," he said. 

"Because I wanted it." 

"Well, you certainly have changed your mind in hurry." 

"No I haven't. It's just that everything is so upside down. I don't know 
what to feel or think." 

"Don't bother to do anything," he said, "just get dressed and we'll leave." 

"Go where?" 

"Well, back to our place." 

"You mean it?" 

He couldn't understand her. Here she was, suddenly bright about a prospect 
that a moment ago had depressed her. 

He wondered if the problems Betsy faced were making her unstable. 

But getting away from the city would also solve his own troubles concerning 
Lila, especially. That was one broad he wanted to avoid. 

Betsy said, "I have a feeling you don't want to go away." 

"The truth is," he said, deciding to square with her, "I have a few 
commitments myself." Betsy nodded. 

"Of course you have. I realized it the moment you left me." 

"What do you mean?" 

She shrugged. 

"My intuitions. I know you have lots of girlfriends. It can't be that you 
don't like them just because we found each other." 

"That's true," Leo conceded. 

There was a long silence between them, and it felt weird. 

How could it be, he wondered, that he could love this girl so very much, and 
he wanted to protect her, take care of her, be good to her, but at the very 
same time he wanted to see everybody else too. 

He still needed his freedom. 

That was it. He had a free roving cock. It made all the difference. He just 
couldn't settle down with one girl, not even Betsy. 

She realized it, too. 

She got up from the convertible and went to the closet and took out some 
fresh clothing. 

He watched her pulling on a pair of clean denim slacks, and a white shirt. 

The shirt was transparent, and he could see her breasts through it. She 
didn't wear a bra at all. 

She as startlingly beautiful. He loved the way her gold hair hung on her 
shoulders. 

Her face was beautiful. 

Her mouth in the shape of a heart, had a natural pink color to it, that was 
delicious, like ripe fruit. The inside of a strawberry. 

Suddenly it flashed across his mind that this delicious sweet little girl 
could walk out on the streets and pick up a dozen other guys besides him. 

And she had already three. 

One, at least, of whom she didn't want. Was he going to let her go loose? 
Was he going to risk losing her to those vultures out there? 

Was Lila worth it? 

What about May and Janet, were they worth losing for Betsy's sake. 

Was Betsy worth losing for their sake? 

His mind went round and round like mad. 

Where are all the cunts and fucking going to stop? 

He couldn't figure himself out. 

He was genuinely complicated in the center of lots of problems made by life. 

He got up and went and stood behind Betsy. He slipped his arms around his 
waist. His hands came up and cupped her breasts. 

He put his mouth down to her ear. 

"Sweetheart," he said, "let's forget everybody else, really, I mean 
forever." 

She looked up at him. 

"Leo, I'd love to." 

"I hope you mean it." 

"I do, really." 

"Then, I'll get dressed and we'll pack a few things and we'll go off and 
forget everything." 

"You mean, even the lease on the apartments?" 

She sounded so practical, he couldn't help but laugh. 

At the same time, he felt hopeless. 

She really didn't want to go. 

That was the truth. 

He wondered what would happen if Lila ever contacted her, if she met the 
other women in his life. 

Was she the kind to join his harem? 

He wondered about it, and decided that he would be foolish to even try. 

But here he was in the middle of a conflict. Either he gave up the other 
girls and went away to the country with Betsy, or he gave up Betsy and went 
back to his ordinary life. 

He couldn't make the decision now. 

Not when she was so close to him like this. 

The minute he touched her, he seemed to turn on a flame in his body. 

She spun around and put her arms around his neck. 

"Oh Leo, Leo, I can't bare to be parted from you." 

He heard the little twinge of fear in her voice. 

And the fear reached him and touched him. He knew that life was just too 
fucking complicated. He wanted to be alone with Betsy on an island, safe 
with just her. 

He started to kiss her mouth. Her lips opened eagerly, and she received his 
tongue. She seemed to suck it into her own mouth. 

She stood on tip-toe and brushed against his body. He felt the pressure of 
her nipples against his chest. 

Those nipples were firm and becoming more and more erect with every second. 

His arms and hands slipped down along the back of her and caught hold of her 
high firm ass cheeks. Lovely, delicious to the touch. He squeezed them. 

She moved her pelvis. 

He felt her cunt against his prick. 

His prick was becoming stiff again. 

She worked on him like some magic drug. His balls were throbbing with 
desire. He started to fumble with her clothes. 

"Not here, not now, let's go before someone rings my bell." 

"All right," he said. 

He figured he would take her back to his place and they'd be able to screw 
there in peace. 

No interruptions. 

He hurried her out of the apartment and down to his car. 

He raced down town to reach his place. 

They came upstairs into an empty cool place. 

They didn't say a word to each other. The minute the door was closed, they 
raced into each other's arms again and continued kissing, picking up right 
where they had left off up town. 

She was breathless against him, insisting that he fuck her. 

His cock throbbed madly. 

She reached down and touched his pants, lifting his cock out. She guided his 
prick to her. At the same time, she was pulling off her clothing. 

He could barely see her motions. All he knew was that he was getting closer 
and closer to orgasm. 

They were on the couch, in his living room, not even going into the bedroom. 
They were in too much of a hurry. 

He fell down, and she dropped beside him. 

She wiggled onto her back and spread her legs. 

He put his hands to her cunt, and felt it. It was wet, and juicy and wide, 
where it waited for him. 

He got hold of his cock and directed it at her hole. 

He slid inside of her. She was panting and groaning desiring him. She 
wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him deep into her. He slid high up 
to the hilt of his dick. 

He began pounding away the minute he hit home. 

She was working his hips in rhythm with his movement. 

She clung to him. 

He raised up and down her body, and she loved every second of it. 

Coming and coming, that was the reason for his life. 

His love for Betsy overwhelmed him, like a great wave of sex juice. 

He fucked her cunt away and there seemed to be no time or place in his mind 
for anything else. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Betsy stayed at Leo's apartment. She didn't want to go home. It must have 
been two or three in the morning when the telephone rang. 

Leo didn't expect to hear Lila's voice, but there she was, taunting him on 
the other end of the line. 

He wanted to hang up before Betsy got wind of the conversation, but he knew 
that Lila was a trouble maker. 

If he hung up on her, she just might take it in her head to come visit him. 

That's all he needed. 

"What did she want?" Betsy said, when Leo hung up. 

He shrugged, and settled down under he bed covers. 

"Some cunts are just never content to leave a guy alone," he said, still 
thinking of Lila's taunting remarks. 

Betsy sighed. 

She turned away from him on the bed. 

"Oh, go back to sleep," Leo said to her, "we'll untangle this mess 
tomorrow." 

"I wonder if we ever will, really," she said. 

Leo didn't answer. He knew what she meant, and he had a vague terrible 
feeling that Lila was going to come over to make a little commotion, right 
now in the middle of the night. 

He wasn't wrong, either. 

About a half hour later, the doorbell rang. 

Betsy said, "There comes number one of your harem." 

"No wise-guy remarks," Leo growled at her, "I don't like this any better 
than you do." 

"Why didn't you just tell her you were finished with her?" 

"I did." 

Betsy didn't feel satisfied. 

"Well, you better go answer the door." 

It occurred to Leo, that he could just let Lila stand out there and ring her 
head off, but she probably wouldn't stop at that. She might even go down to 
the super, or call fire, or do something else crazy, just to get inside. 

Leo wondered what she wanted. 

Betsy said, "She probably wants to meet me. After all, I'm the witch lady, 
taking you away from everyone, aren't I?" 

Leo smiled. 

He put on the lamp, and looked at Betsy, sweet and beautiful. 

"I tell you, you're asking for trouble if I answer that doorbell." 

"Oh, go ahead. You can't delay it much longer anyway, and I'm up to 
anything, believer me." 

He did believe her. 

He felt that Betsy was strong inside. She had a core of iron, because she 
had been putting up with some really bad men for the past year. She had 
probably learned a lot about survival. 

Reluctantly, Leo pulled on a robe, tied it around his waist, and went to the 
door. 

Lila stood there, looking angered, and trying to smile. 

"Well, what is it?" Leo snapped. 

Before he could say another word, she stepped in and closed the door behind 
her. She turned the lock also. 

"That's nice of you," Leo said, his voice sour and sarcastic. 

"I've come to meet this sweet little thing that's taking you away from 
everybody," she said. 

Leo grinned. 

Betsy had predicted this, and she had been right. 

In the bedroom, she was already putting on clothes, preparing to come out 
and satisfy Lila's curiosity. 

Lila had just about finished speaking, hen Betsy had appeared in the 
doorway. 

"Here I am," Betsy said. 

Lila whirled and stared at her. 

The look on her face was incredulous. She didn't believe this one. 

Leo understood what was going through Lila's mind. 

She had suspected that he had run off with some startling gorgeous 
sophisticated starlet, and here was plain old Betsy, looking beautiful as a 
cherub, very different from Lila, something Lila couldn't really fight. 

He saw Lila's chest heaving with frustration, as she realized that she was 
no match for Betsy's kind of good looks. 

Betsy said, "Well, it's so late at night, and here we are, the three of us 
so cozy, maybe we ought to have some coffee or something. Shall I make it 
Leo?" 

Leo couldn't believe his ears. 

He nodded without saying a word. 

"Am I to expect May and Janet to show up also?" he said, sourly to Lila. 

Lila shook her head no, She stared at Betsy as Betsy went off into the 
kitchen to make the coffee. 

As Leo watched Lila gaze after the girl, a sudden thought struck him like 
thunder. 

He wondered if Lila was finding Betsy attractive in any way. 

Could it be that amazed as she was to see Betsy's strange kind of beauty, 
she was also turned on by the girl? 

No he told himself, Lila was no way a lez, it wouldn't work. 

At the same time, there was Lila, still staring after the girl, and she 
seemed to be leaning toward the kitchen. 

"Do you want to go in there and help her?" Leo chuckled. 

Lila didn't hear him, hardly, and of her own accord she started walking 
toward the kitchen. 

Leo followed afterward, but at a distance, curious to see what would 
transpire between the two girls when they were face to face. 

Alone, without him. 

He hovered at a distance from the kitchen, listening. Betsy spoke first. 

"I bet you know where the coffee is, I don't," and she chuckled. 

Lila said, "I know where everything is in this kitchen." 

"I'm sure you do." 

Lila went to the cupboard and took down the coffee. "Here." 

She watched Betsy spoon out the coffee into the percolator, an old-fashioned 
one that Leo had never replaced with an electric. 

Betsy turned to Lila and reached out her hand then, and said, "Is it 
possible that we can be friends?" 

Lila looked at her dumbfounded. 

Betsy continued to mile. 

"Why shouldn't we, after all, we have so much in common." 

"You mean Leo?" Lila said, with a half snort, half laugh. 

Betsy shrugged. 

"Well, Leo is important to you, isn't he?" 

"You bet your ass he is." 

"And he's important to me, also," Betsy said, "maybe we can figure out a way 
to share him." 

Lila said, "You are a very strange broad. I can't figure out your brains, 
how you're thinking." 

"Well, it's easy," Betsy continued, sounding calm, like some kind of 
super-cool broad. 

Lila said, "I'm not sure I want to hear it." 

"I tell you, I'm not cooking up anything evil or insane." 

"Okay," Lila said, "spit it out." 

"I have the feeling that Leo doesn't want to give you up and I know he 
doesn't he want to give me up, so what I would like to do is just have him 
part of the time, and let you have him the rest." 

"You can't mean that." 

"I do," Betsy said, "and I figured out something else about Leo." 

"You figured out nothing about Leo. He must have told you all this, and 
suggested it himself." 

"No, I swear he didn't." 

Lila shrugged. "Well, I don't know how you get your smarts." 

Betsy said, "Do you want me to go on with my suggestion?" 

Lila said, "No, it isn't going to work. I'm too possessive." 

"Oh, you couldn't be, because there are other girls involved with him, I 
know it." 

Lila said, "You know a lot." 

At this point Leo couldn't bare it any longer, and stepped into the room. 

He made believe he was going for the milk in the refrigerator, but he 
effectively stepped between them, and forced them apart, making them stop 
talking to one another. 

"Lila," he said, steering her back into the living room, "I want you to do 
me a favor." 

"You know I'll do anything?" 

"I want you to clear your ass out of here, and give me a little time with 
this chick." 

"You really are incredible, Leo." 

"Well, you heard what she told you. She was making a great deal of sense." 

"You mean share you?" 

"Why not. We're all sharing each other, aren't we?" 

Lila slipped her arms around his waist and raised her hips in such a way 
that her cunt bruised against his cock. "If I'm going to share you, let's 
start right now with me beginning the action." 

Leo thought, well, this is going to be a good time to test Betsy and see if 
she really means what she says. She sounds pretty smart, but can she go 
through with it. 

His thoughts showed on his face. 

Lila chuckled low in the back of her throat. "She'll never stand for this, 
will she?" 

"Well, why not?" 

Lila said, "I don't really give a damn." 

She lifted her mouth quickly and pressed her lips to Leo's. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew herself up tight against his 
body. 

They were standing in such a position in the living room, that from the 
kitchen Betsy could see them simply by turning around. 

Discreetly, she didn't though. She kept her back to the action, even though 
she knew what was going on in there. 

Leo scooped Lila in real close to her. Yes, he had a chance now to find out 
whether Betsy meant what she said, or whether she was all hot air. 

He grabbed Lila's ass cheeks and drew her up tight to his crotch. 

His dick was beginning to stand and throb now. 

Lila chuckled in the back of her throat, enjoying what was going on between 
them. She began to grow warmer under her flesh, her cunt beginning to throb. 

She reached forward and grabbed hold of Leo's prick and squeezed it. 

"You're cock is real nice," she said, "oh what a great hard-on you're 
getting, and it's all for me, all for me." 

"All for you, baby," Leo repeated, and he jabbed his hips forward. 

She zipped down his fly slowly, and reached in and fiddled around with his 
cock, until she found the hard shaft of flesh. 

She took his cock out and began to stroke it, from the base to the bulb, and 
back again, in slow motions, giving him plenty of time to come on as hard as 
he could. 

She also wanted to give Betsy less time to figure out what was going on 
here, and come and watch openly. 

Now she knew that Betsy wasn't going to enjoy seeing her making love to Leo. 
No, Betsy wasn't going to enjoy seeing anybody screw Leo, but she would have 
to learn her lesson the hard way, especially since she suggested it herself. 

Yeah, Lila told herself, I'm going to give that cunt a run for her money. 

She took his balls out now, and squeezed them slowly, massaging them, making 
him hotter and hotter. 

She heard Leo's breath whistling in and out, in and out. 

"Honey," she said, "I want you to fuck me right here in this living room." 

Leo chuckled softly. 

"You really are a wicked bitch." 

"I'm no more of a lousy cunt than she is." 

"Maybe not," he said. 

"Well, this was her idea." 

Leo nodded. 

He could not play games with Lila, and there was no use to it anyway. He was 
coming on real strong, eager to shoot a heavy load. 

Lila drew him over to where the sofa was, and she sat down on it, bringing 
him along with her. 

She was wearing a short skirt, and it was hiked up above her knees as she 
sat. 

She took Leo's hand and put it in between her thighs. He felt the hot flesh 
going moist. He knew her cunt was oozing juice. His fingers groped up higher 
and found that wet crotch of her underwear. 

"Take these panties off," he muttered. 

"No sooner said than done," she chuckled. 

She wiggled her hips and got out of the pants and with one movement, tossed 
them aside. They landed on the carpet in the comer. 

Leo pressed his hand down and caught hold of her cunt in his palm. His 
fingers played with he cunt lips. 

In a second, he found the clitoris. The hard lump of flesh was becoming more 
and more erect, like a little prick. He knew that Lila was turned on madly. 

He felt the oozing sticky stuff of her cunt coming out onto his fingers. She 
wanted to be fucked, for sure. 

And he wanted to fuck her. 

His dong ached like hell. 

She was playing with it, and he knew he had to stick it inside of her. 

"Turn over," he said, "lie down on the couch. Come on, hurry up, get your 
legs spread." 

She did as she was told complacently. Leo wanted her like this, and she was 
happy that he needed to fuck her. 

She had a real warm feeling in the back of her mind, that Betsy had to be 
jealous. 

She flew one long leg over the back of the couch, and stretched the other 
one out on the carpet. Her cunt stood wide open. She reached up and caught 
hold of Leo's cock and began drawing into her cunt hole. 

He shot all the way up into her. 

He was in her good. 

He began to work his hips back and forth, and she ground her hips forward 
savagely. 

She lowered her legs from the back of the couch, and caught hold of him 
around his waist. 

Hugging Leo tight with her legs, Lila continued screwing him. She lifted her 
hips and banged up and down on the couch cushion. 

She was moaning softly. 

Leo hung on to her, banging away like crazy, wondering when Betsy was going 
to come in and disturb the party. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

All the way in the kitchen, Betsy heard the commotion in the living room. 

She knew what was going on. 

Damn it, that prick is screwing her, he couldn't wait to do it. 

She had been brave suggesting that Lila screw Leo, but she hadn't really 
meant here and now. She had meant for them to share him part of the week or 
part of the month, but not in one free for all like now. 

She felt her cheeks flushing. 

She felt her cunt beginning to throb as she thought of Leo screwing another 
girl. 

She had opened her big mouth, and now all results were going in Lila's 
favor. 

Betsy couldn't stand it. 

She didn't want to lose Leo. 

How was she going to keep him. 

While she thought this, her mind buzzed with other ideas, ideas about 
fucking. 

The realization that Leo was screwing Lila and that Lila was enjoying it and 
that she could go in any moment that she wanted to and watch, turned Betsy 
on high. 

She stood quite still watching the coffee pot and not turning the light on 
underneath it. Nobody was going to drink coffee tonight, she knew. She put 
her hand between her legs and squeezed her twat. 

She felt the juice coming out of it. 

She was a ripe fruit, and wanted to fuck Leo also. 

It was a terrible dilemma, that he wanted to fuck Lila, when she wanted him 
to fuck her. What could she do about it? 

She squeezed her cunt, and thought about playing with herself, but that 
wasn't any good, for now, Lila would only laugh at her, and win the day, if 
she jerked off here in the kitchen while Lila fucked Leo in the living room. 

She couldn't resist any longer. 

She went to the doorway and watched. 

She looked across the long living room and saw them all coiled together. 
Leo's ass was racing like an engine. She watched Lila writhing away 
underneath him, shooting her ass up and down, up and down. 

She knew that any minute these two were going to shoot their loads. Then, 
where would she be, she wondered. Hung up, as high as a chandelier! 

Well, she thought, and then the idea struck her like thunder. Maybe I can go 
and join them. Maybe I can make it a threesome. That should get Lila, she 
decided, if I could just go in and steal some of Leo right away from here. 

Immediately she strode across the room, undressing as she went. She reached 
the couch, but neither Leo nor Lila noticed her. 

Quickly she got out of her clothes. She looked down at them, listening to 
the sloshing sound of Leo's prick inside that wet juice cunt. 

Betsy took out her breasts, and began to massage them. She threw her head 
back and groaned at the ceiling. 

Her ass felt tight and her cunt felt wet. 

Her thighs trembled. 

With a sudden leap, she jumped onto the couch. 

She landed on top of Leo. She was a lightweight though, and Leo, in the 
strength of his fucking, did not really find her to be an obstacle. 

She knew she wasn't going to stop him, anyway. 

How could she get Leo to suck her off, though, while he was fucking Lila. 

She had to think about it. 

The couch was not to good for playing threesome. 

Maybe she could get them off the couch and onto the carpet. That would be 
better. 

She clutched Leo around the waist. She felt Lila's foot against her belly. 

"Come on, you guys, let's get onto the floor so I can join you. 

Lila said, "Get away, get away." Her voice was almost hysterical. 

Leo said, "I think I'm coming any second." 

"Wait for me," Betsy pleaded, "come on down onto the floor." 

With a desperate lunge, she pulled Leo, trying to get him free from Lila. 

The other two slithered toward the floor, knowing that they had better 
cooperate, or they might be separated. 

Lila and Leo were enraged by the interruption, but there was nothing they 
could do about it. 

When they had all fallen onto the floor, and readjusted themselves, Betsy 
was in a better position to get some action for her own cunt. 

She climbed around toward where Leo's face was, and sat down and spread her 
legs. Leo wanted to help her out. 

He said, "Okay, honey, over here. Move it, so that I can eat your cunt." 

Betsy was glad to wiggle up close. 

She spread her legs, and held her lips wide. 

Her little clitoris popped forward. 

Leo saw it and stuck out his tongue. 

A moment later he had her clit in his mouth, and he was flicking his tongue 
over it madly. 

Betsy began to moan now with joy and pleasure. At least she wasn't being 
excluded from the lay. 

Lila, on the other hand, was trying to please Leo with all her strength. She 
was going to come any second, and her body shivered with desire. 

Betsy knew that she had interrupted the action long enough to put them off 
for a few minutes. 

She fought real hard at it, knowing that if she concentrated she could come 
when the other two did, also, so she wouldn't be left out of the game. 

Suddenly Lila began to moan in a different way, with more tension. She 
realized that the other woman was coming. 

Leo said, "Hurry up Betsy, if you want to come too." 

With that, he grabbed hold of her cunt, locking down onto it with his jaws. 

Betsy felt her own juices coming up harshly now, like a great wave from the 
ocean. 

Leo was banging away as hard as he could, into Lila's cunt. 

Any second now he knew he was going to shoot his load. 

Suddenly Betsy began to shriek. 

She stifled the sound far back in her throat, because it was a habit for her 
to try to conceal the full strength of her sexual desire. 

She was just a little girl, and she didn't want the whole world to 
understand how hot her cunt was. 

But Leo recognized the sound. 

He knew Betsy liked fucking. 

The moment he heard her beginning to come he started shooting his load. 

He tasted Betsy's juice shooting all over his mouth. 

It was sweet and delicious. 

"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Lila screamed. 

The three of them writhed and convulsed together, all of them shooting like 
crazy. 

They came and they came. It seemed like hours were passing. 

Gradually one, and then the next fell away, sighing, crawling off. 

They stretched out on the carpet. Leo was lying on his back. 

Lila turned over onto her belly. She dropped her head onto her. Betsy sat up 
and looked at the other two. 

"What's the matter you folks," she said, "you worn out already?" 

She was laughing. 

It was about four or five in the morning, and everybody should be exhausted, 
but she wasn't. 

No, she wasn't at all, Betsy realized, she was quite lively, quite wide 
awake, and she knew the reason was her fear. 

Yes, she feared to lose Leo to Lila, and she couldn't bear it, so she had to 
be awake and lively, and keep the action going, the interest focused on 
herself. . 

Leo looked across at her and seemed to understand. 

He grabbed hold of her ankle with his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. 

"It's all right, honey," he said, "why don't you get some sleep. Nothing is 
going to change matters, not tonight anyway." 

Betsy realized that Leo was still in love with her. The trouble with him, 
however, was that he just couldn't make his mind up to one girl. 

Could she really put up with it, could she feel the way she told Lila she 
could? 

That remained to be seen. 

Meanwhile, Leo told her the truth. He was going to sleep. He was exhausted, 
his face drained, his cock limp now, as he lay quietly on his side, where he 
had rolled over. 

She kept sitting there and staring at him until she was certain that Leo had 
fallen asleep completely. 

Then she looked over at Lila, and Lila was no better off. She was sprawled 
out limp and exhausted from coming. 

Well, it was all right to go to sleep now, Betsy decided. She got up and 
walked to the bed in the bedroom. She didn't want to sleep on the carpet 
with those other two. She didn't want to stretch out like a bum on the 
street. She remembered too well what it was like to be homeless and sleep on 
the floor in hallways. 

Never again, never again. She was always going to have a bed beneath her 
body. 

She climbed into Leo's bed and stretched out. She was angry, and not really 
sleepy at all. 

What was she going to do now, now that her whole world was threatened. It 
was true, she had come real close to winning Leo for herself. 

She stood have stayed in the country with him, and kept him there. 

Whose idea was it to come back to the city though? 

She realized that she as the cause of her own downfall. 

But, if she hadn't come home, what about the fellows that she knew. None of 
them were dependable, and now Leo wasn't dependable either. 

It was the same old thing, over and over, falling in love with guy, hoping 
that he would protect her, he promised he would be good to her, and then 
crash. 

She pulled the covers up over her shoulders. 

Maybe if she cried herself to sleep, she would wake up fresh and alert, with 
a new idea, some idea to steal Leo away from all the other girls. 

In the living room, Leo slept like a log, dreamless and relaxed. 

He didn't sense time passing by him at all, he just knew that he was 
content. 

Lila began to dream sweet dreams about having an apartment someplace in 
California. She had never been to see the Pacific Ocean. She wondered what 
the guys were like there on the beach. All those California guys that she 
had seen naked pictures of, boy, were they hung like horses, every one. In 
her dreams, Lila imagined that she was crawling naked along the beach, and 
there was all these guys, each one with their pricks stiffer then the next. 
Not only were the pricks stiff, but they were large and thick in the shaft. 

She saw herself kissing one, and then the next. 

She saw a fountain of sperm shooting up and coming down on top of her. 

Yes, it would be nice to go to California. 

The night passed. 

With the first break of dawn, Betsy woke. She had not slept soundly anyhow. 

She sat up in the bed and realized where she was. 

A moment later she remembered what had happened the night before in the 
living room. 

Suddenly a stab of fear jolted her. 

She wondered if everything was as if she had left it. 

She got up and ran into the living room, to see if the other two people were 
still there. 

Yes, they were. Lila was just waking up. She was relieved. 

In the first light of dawn, she caught Lila in the nude. She was beautiful. 
Her long black hair was hanging down sensuously. She didn't look quite so 
sure of herself. 

There were circles under her eyes. 

Yes, Lila seemed strained, Betsy realized that she had plenty on her mind 
too. She wasn't so sure of Leo. How could she be, after all. 

Leo still slept, however. Of the three of them, he was the most relaxed, and 
he snored a little bit. 

Lila reached over and touched his stomach. Leo made a sound and rolled away 
from her. He didn't want to wake her up. 

Lila looked up and smiled. 

Betsy smiled back. 

She couldn't understand how come Lila was being so friendly. 

Lila said, "He's like this you know, he sleeps like a log." 

"Yes, I remember," Betsy said. 

Lila said, "You know, you're really one of the family, and I like you." 

Betsy didn't know what to say. 

"You know what you have to do now?" 

"What." 

"You have to meet May and Janet." 

"The twins?" 

"Oh, Leo has told you?" 

Betsy nodded. "Yeah, and I suppose I'm ready to meet them. I'm ready for 
anything. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

After last night, she realized she was ready for anything. 

Who were these two dames anyway. Sweet cunts? Sour ones? Nasty and 
sophisticated like Lila? 

Betsy realized that she didn't care. All she knew was that she had to carve 
out her own little piece of Leo's life. That was the best she could manage 
now. 

Finally Leo got up and staggered into the kitchen and put the light on under 
the coffee. 

Sometimes he was really horrible in the morning, withdrawn, white in the 
face, almost as nasty as Lila. 

But Betsy couldn't fault him. He had shown her lots of attention on the 
floor, even though Lila was trying to monopolize him. 

She knew though that he felt uncomfortable between the two girls. 

There was nothing more to say. They had said and done most everything. 

Betsy wondered if Leo was going to ask her to be real friendly with Lila ... 
that friendly. 

Fucking Lila was something she hadn't thought of, and she didn't really want 
to. 

She hoped that Leo wasn't going to try and play the kinky scene. It wasn't 
her style. 

She didn't think that it was Lila's either, but you never did know what was 
going to happen when the twins came. 

She couldn't think that far ahead. 

She was rocky and exhausted. 

Suddenly Betsy realized that she wanted to get out of there, because it was 
all entangled like knots, and she felt like she would be caught in the trap 
if she stayed around very much longer. 

She went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water, that woke her 
up. Then she came out and dressed. Leo said, "Where are you going, honey?" 

"Back to my place," Betsy said, "I'm going to leave you with your guest." 

Lila chuckled. "Are you giving up?" 

"No," Betsy said, "but I feel secure with the two of you." Her voice was 
like the taste of lemons. 

Lila said, "Finders keepers, losers weepers." 

Betsy said, "So long, folks." 

She had to get back to her own place, and think things through. Maybe she 
would find another way of proceeding. 

And yet, she had tried to convince herself that she was ready for anything. 

She really wasn't. 

She wasn't ready for screwing twins and Lila and Leo all at the same time. 
That would be like a circus. She couldn't stand the thought of it, and all 
she really wanted was to be safely protected by her big Daddy. 

When she got back to her apartment the telephone was ringing. She leaped at 
the phone, hoping that it was Leo asking her to come back. 

But it wasn't. 

It was a voice out of the past, another guy, asking her what she was doing 
tonight, whether she was busy, whether she would go out with him. 

"Oh Jack," she said listlessly, "I haven't heard from you for a thousand 
years, but I haven't forgotten you honey, I'd like to see you." 

Betsy was silent for a moment, thinking that it would serve Leo right if she 
started going around with another guy. 

She remembered Jack, he was kind of sweet, and had a good sized cock, and he 
had really taken care of her properly. 

The only problem was, they had begun to argue a lot, and she didn't like to 
fight. 

Yeah, Jack was possessive, and he didn't want to share her with anybody. 

Betsy laughed bitterly to herself. This was just the time to see Jack, 
certainly with all those other people running around in her life. 

"Okay, I'll go out with you, I think it will be fun. Why don't you come 
over?" 

"When?" 

"You want to make it, say, five o'clock?" 

"That will be just right," he said. 

Betsy had plenty of time through the day now, to take a shower and sleep, 
and pull herself together. She really needed it. 

Finally she got into bed, and lay there staring at the wall, and wondering 
what was coming next in her life. 

She had never seen so many people all at once in such a lousy mood. She was 
usually able to juggle them, one after another, but here they were, all 
falling on her head. 

Well, maybe she would save herself with Jack. You never knew people changed, 
perhaps Jack would be quieter now, behave himself since they hadn't seen 
each other for so long. 

She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep for a few hours. When she 
woke she admitted that she felt refreshed. 

She took another shower then, and looked through her clothes to find 
something particularly nice to wear for Jack. 

She found the pink blouse and matching skirt, and she looked like a flower 
when she was all dressed. She didn't put on a bra of course, because her 
breasts were one of the nicest parts of her body. 

She looked at herself in the mirror, and admired the way the points of her 
nipples stood up. 

She had a beautiful body. Leo always told her, and so did Jack. She brushed 
and brushed her shining her golden hair, making it sparkle. 

She thought about putting on a little bit of lipstick on her mouth, and did 
dab on a trace of it. She didn't really need lipstick, her lips were so red 
naturally. 

Then she found some nice fragrance, that smelled like lilacs. She was 
already for Jack the moment he rang the doorbell. 

She thought about asking him in, and then she decided not to. If he came 
inside he would want to screw her immediately, and she really wasn't up to 
it. 

She wanted to be in his company for a while. 

She looked up at him. He was a big guy. She saw him clearly, and she 
realized how big he really was. He filled up the whole doorway. 

He was just like a gentleman, like a solid citizen of the city. 

"I like your tie," she said. 

It was a striped one, dark blue with yellow and red stripes running 
diagonally, rather business like and sensible. 

He thanked her with a smile. She thought he was rather nice looking, maybe 
even better looking than Leo. 

He had lots of dark curly hair, and an easy grin. He had straight teeth and 
a square jaw. 

He looked clean cut, like he lived a decent life. 

That's what she needed, a guy who led a decent life. 

"Come on," she said, "let's go out. I'm really hungry." 

She was hungry, not only for dinner, but for a different style of living, 
and maybe, maybe, just this time, she was right in looking to Jack to help 
her find it. 

They went outside. The light was beginning to move off into the violet of 
dusk. She began to recall what had happened the night before on the floor, 
fucking Leo with Lila underneath him. 

What a lousy time it was, even if she had come. 

Now, lone with Jack, she felt more cheerful, her morale boosted by the 
attention he was paying to her, and her alone. 

"You know, honey," he said, "I missed you. 

I was thinking of you a lot." 

"Why didn't you call sooner?" 

"I thought you wouldn't want to see me." 

"Well, you see you were wrong." 

"I'm glad." 

They crossed a couple of blocks, to where he had parked his white 
convertible. She remembered the car, remembered liking it. 

They got in and they pulled away. A light breeze lifted her hair. 

She leaned back against the leather seats and looked at him. 

She couldn't help herself. She reached across and put her hand on his thigh 
and squeezed it. 

"Jack, I'm really glad you called. Your call came at just the right time for 
me." 

He grinned. 

"That's old Jack, always on the button." 

He was full of laughs. 

He took her to a nice restaurant. He always treated her well. She ate a good 
deal, remembering how hungry she was and that she hadn't thought about food 
for so long. She was really aching with an empty belly. 

When she had stuffed herself, and drunk a little bit of wine, she was ready 
for anything. 

It was her suggestion. 

She said, "I don't think you want to go to the movies, wouldn't you rather 
go back to my place?" 

"Or mine," Jack said, "if you'd be more comfortable." 

She thought about it. Yes, she would go to Jack's place, and if Leo tried to 
phone her, he wouldn't be able to find her at all. That would serve him 
right. 

They rode in the car for a while, and then crossed the bridge, and then they 
were at Jack's place. 

He had inherited a whole house from his family, and it was old-fashioned and 
big and sprawling and comfortable, just like she enjoyed. 

A small dog ran across the lawn and into the neighbors lawn. It didn't 
belong to Jack. She wondered if he wanted an animal some day. 

All kinds of lazy thoughts passed through her mind as they went into the 
house and through the hallway and the parlor and up the flight of stairs 
into the bedroom. 

It was an ample room, and very, very comfortable with flowered wallpapers. 

She supposed his parents had slept here. 

He wanted to be respectable. 

Betsy felt good, knowing that Jack wanted to treat her well. She began to 
take her clothes off, and when she was naked she went up to him and put her 
arms around his neck. She rubbed her body against his. 

"Hold me, Jack," she said, "I have so much I have to forget." 

His strong arms went around her, and he tilted her chin up. She opened her 
lips slightly, and the next thing she felt was his tongue in her mouth. 

She moaned softly, because Jack's kiss was so welcome to her. 

He was a haven, a refuge. 

He would save her from Leo and all the kinky sex that a life with Leo 
promised. 

She tried to blot out of her mind the threesome, as she gave herself to Jack 
now. 

Her cunt began to throb again, and she knew that in a little while, Jack 
would want to fuck her, and that he would do a good job of it. 

She undid his shirt and his tie too. 

She began to undress him carefully. 

She put his clothes down neatly on the foot of the bed. She liked the idea 
that Jack cared about neatness. 

He had an orderly life, that was just what she needed. 

Since she had him completely undressed, she stared at his hard big strong 
body, muscular from heavy labor. 

He carried mailbags when he was a young boy. She remembered him telling her, 
and that was what had given him the muscles. 

But that wasn't what gave him his hard-on now, it was she who was doing it. 

She liked the sensation that she was the cause of Jack's sex desire. 

She looked down at the cock standing out straight ahead of him. It was very 
large, and very stiff, and curved slightly upward. She looked at the bulb. 
It was a deep red color. 

A drop of crystal flew out of the small slit. 

She grabbed hold of the cock in both her hands, and began to massage it. 

"This feel good?" she said. 

"Yes, everything you do feels good," Jack moaned. 

He enjoyed her completely. 

Soon she began to wonder why she had ever left him. The fighting really 
wasn't important, this was much more important. 

She stepped in closer and pressed his cock against the hairy cunt of her. 

Then she pressed the cock down slightly so that it would slide in between 
the crack of her twat. 

It moved easily on the lubricating juices coming from her cunt. 

She was running with sex juice. 

Her legs ached and strained. "Let's lie down," she said. 

They went to the bed then. He was willing to do anything for her. 

She climbed on and laid on her side. He climbed up and laid close to her. 
They looked at each other. He took hold of her hand. He said, "You know, I 
cherish you." 

He was being so sweet, so protective, it made her wildly hot. 

She shimmied in close to him, and lifted one leg. She took hold of his cock, 
and pressed it toward her cunt. 

"I missed you too, honey, I really did, and I'm glad I'm here, and I'm glad 
we're making love." 

She fell back on her back now, and spread her legs. 

She looked up and saw her looming over her. 

His face and body were huge, his eyes glinted. 

They seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, as they stared at each other. 

They were suspended. 

She enjoyed the hairy expanse of his chest, and the muscles and ridges of 
his strong belly. 

She took hold of his cock now, and guided it into her cunt. 

As she did that, she spread her legs, and tilted her pelvis. 

He grabbed the pillow from the head of the bed, and slipped it behind her 
back. 

She was tilted properly now, ready to accept him completely. 

He was ready to screw her also, and he lowered his prick with one rapid 
darting motion, all the way up to the base. 

She felt him slide into her, and her eyes closed. 

"You going to screw me forever honey? Please, never take it out of me, never 
stop." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Jack didn't intend to stop, not at all, in fact he was just getting started, 
Betsy realized, as he pounded away in her cunt. 

"I'm so happy," she murmured, and clutched him to her, trying to get hugged 
in his arms. "You're going to take care of me, aren't you?" 

"Yes," he said, "just don't run away, I'll be good to you, I promise." 

"I'll never run away," she said. 

He didn't try to come immediately, but continued to whack away inside her in 
a steady pace, taking his time about it. 

She liked the way he had her going. He could fuck her on and on, and she 
would never get tired. 

Rolls and rolls of thrills went through her, lapping up from her cunt to her 
belly. 

Her tits quivered with pleasure that centered in the nipples. 

She rubbed her body up and down Jack's long muscular one. She felt so small, 
so protected, that she wondered why she'd ever left him. 

She closed her eyes and clung to him. 

His prick went in and out her, floating on the gooey stuff that kept 
squirting out of her cunt. 

"Not yet, not yet," she moaned, but she sensed Jack beginning to strain now. 
Perspiration was dripping off him. He really had to come. 

When she sensed that Jack couldn't hold back any longer, she began to 
release the obscene feelings in her own mind that she loved. 

It was true, she had wet dreams. It was her secret. 

Now she had her wet dreams wide awake. 

She imagined an army of pricks marching at her, as though she was lost in a 
forest of mighty cocks. 

She imagined herself flinging her arms around them as she passed, kissing 
and nibbling. 

She hung on to Jack with all her force. 

The inside of her thighs strained. 

She felt her cunt going crazy. 

She knew that her orgasm was waiting. 

She could just reach over the hill and feel the sensation beginning to come 
upon her like thunder. 

And then it was happening. 

Orgasm rolled out of her, coming down through her neck, through her tits, 
into her belly. 

Her ass began to quiver as she raised it high. 

She tilted her pelvis to catch as much as she could of Jack's huge cock. 

On and on her orgasm came, it seemed to be taking forever. 

She gave herself up to the thrill. 

She closed her eyes and sighed and felt as though a huge wave of sex desire 
were throwing over her. 

She felt above her, Jack suspended in his own orgasm. 

He was shooting his load into her cunt. 

She sensed the spurting of hot cream through her cunt. 

He grunted softly in the back of his throat, like a bear. 

She smiled to herself, realizing that Jack was having a real ball. 

And she continued to convulse and contract, clinging to him with every bit 
of her strength. 

The sensations made her tremble, she loved sex. 

Finally it began to dwindle away, the great feeling of sexual bliss. 

The convulsions became fewer, and further between. 

Finally she subsided and let go of him. 

He let go of her also, and fell away to the side of the bed. 

She heard his voice trembling in a sigh. 

She reached out and touched his wet chest. 

He was sweating from her also. 

Her body felt damp and cool. 

He came closer to her, and touched her breasts. 

His hands were so huge, they could cover each one with the palm. 

"How do you like me? Am I still the same for you, Jack?" 

"Better than ever," Jack said. 

She opened her eyes and looked at his face. 

Oh, he had such a beautiful face. So strong, so possessive, yes, he wanted 
to possess her, she knew it, he wanted to own her. 

And she wanted to be owned by him. 

She wanted nothing more than a big strong man, with huge arms, and a huge 
cock to hold on to her and keep her, protected from the terrible world out 
there. 

She started immediately to think of Lila and all the trouble she had been 
headed for. 

How lucky she was that Jack had come to save her. 

He had arrived in the nick of time. 

"Are you going to stay with me honey?" 

She heard his voice, hesitating somehow. 

He was remembering the trouble there had been between them. 

She wondered if they would fight again, or if they would get on together. 

She didn't want to fight. 

She flung her arms around his neck, and sobbed against him. 

"Oh Jack, Jack," she muttered, her voice quivering with tears, "I hope that 
you will love me." 

He patted her back, and then reached down and grabbed her ass and squeezed 
it. 

"Don't be silly," he said, "we'll never fight again." 

Famous last words, Betsy thought. 

But she wasn't going to look for trouble, in fact, she would try to prevent 
it. 

"Let's go out," she said, "let's get dressed and go out and have a good 
time." Jack sat up. "Where do you want to go?" he asked. 

"Oh, I don't know." Her voice was hysterical, slightly desperate with the 
need to be friends with him. 

They dressed. 

He was willing to do anything she wanted. 

They went outside to the convertible. She liked riding, going at high 
speeds. 

"Let's go for a long ride in the country," he said. 

"This isn't exactly the city we're in now," he said. 

"No, I mean far away, where there's no traffic, nobody." 

"All right," he said, "anything you want, honey dear." 

As she got into the car, he added, "Just as long as we are back in three 
hours. I have work." 

She looked at him disappointed. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You seem to forget, I'm a traveling salesman. That means I have to travel." 

"Where are you going?" her voice and throat was tight. 

He looked at his watch. 

"I'm taking the southern route this week." 

"How far do you have to go? What do you mean, southern?" 

"All the way down to Florida." 

"Can I go with you?" 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Why not, you're aboard now." 

"And when will we be back?" 

"I told you, about six days from now, Sunday I think." 

"When do we get started?" her voice was suddenly eager. 

"Honey, you really are in a hurry!" 

She didn't want to tell Jack how eager she was to run away from her 
troubles, but she understood that he sensed it. 

He said, "Are you really sure you want to come? It's quite a boring run, you 
know, you won't see me except at nights." 

"I can take care of myself during the day, don't worry, I'm not a child." 

He looked at her incredulously. 

"I hope you don't grow up too fast, because you are a child, and a charming 
one, at that." 

"Can we leave now?" 

"Well, I have to pack my things. I have to take my notebooks, too." 

"Well, I don't have to pack anything. I can go just as I am." 

He leaned over to her, and put his hand on her knee and squeezed it. 

"Betsy, are you really sure you know what you're doing?" 

She laughed. 

"Of course." 

He didn't believe her. He didn't seem to agree that she was in her right 
mind. 

She felt that he thought she was being foolish. 

She didn't like that about Jack. 

He had no right trying to tell her what to do. 

"You don't want me to come," she said suddenly, "that's what it is." 

She kept protesting about this, and she didn't give Jack a chance to deny 
it. 

She wouldn't believe him to matter what he said. 

Suddenly she was in tears, sitting there in the car with her hand in her 
face. 

Jack hesitated. He didn't know what to do. He started to lean forward toward 
her, and then pulled away, wondering if she needed to cry, wondering if he 
really could console her, even if he tried. 

He decided, well, he ought to do something. 

He slid over on the seat and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to 
his chest. 

At the same time, he looked around to see who on the street might be 
watching them. He didn't want the neighbors to snicker. 

"Betsy, Betsy," he said, "what's making you so miserable." 

She didn't know what got into her, but suddenly the story burst out of her 
mouth, about Leo and the country, his house, and then Lila. 

Jack listened without saying a word. 

Finally she finished telling him how she had watched Leo and Lila screwing 
in the living room, and how her stomach had raised up into her throat. 

Jack said, "I think I understand now, you have a thing for that guy, that's 
why he's making you so unhappy." 

She heard his voice, and he sounded so sure of himself. She was surprised. 
She suddenly stopped crying, and looked up into Jack's eyes. 

"You don't mean that, honey, you don't really think I could still care for 
that guy, not after all he's done to me, why, he's humiliated me, gone 
running around with other women right in front of my eyes. How could I 
except that in a man when I need a big daddy to protect me. A big daddy like 
you." 

Jack seemed skeptical, and his face was stony. 

She didn't like the look. It scared her. 

She squeezed him hard to her, hoping to melt him. 

He said, "Come on, don't make a scene here in the street. It's bad for my 
reputation." 

She let go of him, humiliated and surprised. 

She looked up into his face again. 

It wasn't the same Jack she had known just an hour before. 

He had fucked her up to the hilt, and now he was through with her. That was 
the truth. 

She could barely manage to say anything. 

She opened the door of the car, and ran from it. 

He got out on his side, and chased after her down the street. 

She didn't know where she was going really, all she understood was that she 
had to get away from him. He was as bad as Leo, maybe worse. 

"What are you doing?" he said, "you're going to get run over. Stop and come 
over here." 

But she didn't stop. 

He finally caught up with her and grabbed hold of her by the wrists. 

"Betsy, don't be silly." 

His voice was a command. 

She stopped dead on the street. 

That was her biggest trouble. She always listened to a guy when he talked to 
her. 

She hadn't believed what she'd heard. 

"I'm going to take you back to your place," he said, "and no more trouble." 

"I didn't say I wanted to go home," her voice was quivering. 

"I know you didn't, but I'm taking you anyway." 

She glared at him. 

"And I want you to wait for me there, do you understand? Stay home, I'm 
going to give you some money. That will take care of you for the week. When 
I get back, I'll come see you, and then maybe we can make some more definite 
plans. Okay?" 

It wasn't okay. 

But she didn't say so. 

She stood silently, the sun beating down on the back of her neck. 

She saw him take out a wad of bills, and stuff it into her palm. 

There was nothing to do, really, but to go back to the car and let him drive 
her home. 

She felt as though she had come to the end of the road, and her rope, too. 

Nobody wanted her, that was the truth. 

She was alone in the world. 

Unprotected, and all the guys wanted to do was to fuck her until she bled, 
but they didn't want to love her, they didn't want to be good to her, and 
they certainly didn't want to take care of her for the rest of her life. 

What was she going to do, really? 

All the way back to the city, she sat quietly. 

Her feelings of despair grew and grew, consuming her completely. 

She got out of Jack's car when they reached her house, and she climbed up to 
her apartment. 

When she got inside, she felt desperate. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

The telephone was wringing for a long time. Betsy didn't answer it. She 
didn't have the heart. 

Nobody wanted to call her that she cared about. Nobody loved her. 

It kept ringing insistently, though, and finally Betsy felt curious. 

She went to the receiver, and lifted it off, putting it to her ear. 

Her jaw dropped when she recognized the voice on the other end of the line. 

It was Lila. 

"You haven't been home all day. I've been trying to get you for hours," Lila 
said. 

Her voice sounded strangely interested, not at all like the know-it-all that 
Betsy had seen screwing Leo. 

"What do you want me for?" Betsy's voice was dull. 

"I was worried about you." 

"How did you get my number?" 

"Leo, of course, how else?" 

"But Leo wasn't worried, only you, is that it?" 

Betsy sounded bitter, and unfriendly. She was pushing Lila away with every 
word, but Lila wouldn't be pushed. 

"Come on," Lila said, "you sound lonesome. Don't you want to see me?" 

Betsy was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to say. This was a strange 
turnabout for somebody she was beating at her own game not very long before. 

"Now should I even want to see you?" Betsy said. 

"You'll find out when I get there," Lila said. "I'm coming over, okay?" 

She was still too flabbergasted to say yes of no, and she dropped the 
receiver, thinking that Lila must have gone off the deep end. 

Maybe Lila was just doing what Leo told her to do. 

Betsy sat down on the edge of the bed, and let her hands droop between her 
legs. She took hold of her cunt in her hand and squeezed it, thinking what a 
funny sensation she had there between her legs. 

She should be all fucked out, but she was really throbbing with 
lonesomeness, which always brought on sexual desires. 

She began thinking about Leo again, that was it, Leo felt guilty about 
having treated her badly, and now he was sending Lila around, because he was 
too much of a coward to come himself. 

Suddenly she hated Leo. 

She told herself that the last thing on earth she would do was to get even 
with him. She would get even with him, and then she would be content. 

It wasn't long before someone was knocking on the door, and then Lila became 
in before Betsy answered. 

But the woman she saw was a different Lila. Very different from the one she 
had known in Leo's arms. 

The girl that stood before her looked incredible young and scrubbed in the 
face. She didn't have on the sexy bathrobe, either, and she didn't look 
sophisticated in the least. 

This girl had almost a look of a young cowboy. It was incredible. 

Lila walked in in a pair of tight jeans that fitted up along her thighs and 
her crotch. 

Betsy could see the V shape where her cunt was. 

She had on a plaid shirt with short sleeves, the buttons opened down into 
where her breasts spread. 

She had her hair combed back, too, so that her face was very clean-cut. 

Betsy wondered what was going on. 

She looked up at the girl with curiosity. 

Lila said, "Your different from all the other girls that Leo brings back." 

Betsy muttered something, cursing Leo. 

"That damned prick," she said. "Why do I care who he brings back?" 

Lila laughed and sat down on the bed next ' to Betsy. 

She put her arms around Betsy's shoulders. 

She turned the girl slowly toward her, and looked her in the face. 

"Come on, where's your sense of humor?" she asked. 

Betsy shook her head. "Why the hell should I have a sense of humor, when he 
used me like a dishcloth?" 

"No man could use you like a dishcloth, beautiful." 

"Well, I feel like shit, if you must know." 

"It's all in your head, sweetie pie. Buck up, shake it off. Your too young 
and too pretty to droop around like this. Come on little flower, smile a 
bit, smile for momma." 

She chucked Betsy under the chin. 

Betsy felt irritated that Lila was taking such liberties with her. 

Betsy then realized that Lila was touching here there and there. She sensed 
the pressure of Lila's fingers all over her body, or so it seemed. 

In a second, she suspected that Lila was going to be cupping her breasts. 

So this is it, Betsy thought. 

Her face flushed with understanding. 

She had never been with a lesbian before. It didn't occur to her that Leo 
would know such kinds of girls. 

The last thing on earth she suspected, was that Lila would have lesbian 
inclinations. But here it was. 

Lila wasn't trying to hide a thing. If anything, she was being very 
aggressive, and letting it all hang out. 

"So Leo gave you my number, did he?" Betsy smiled, with a knew look of 
interest. "Does he know that your here now?" 

"No," she said, with a shake of her head. 

"What do you suppose he would think if he found out?" 

"He'd split his balls," Lila said. 

"You don't care for him much." 

"That's not true, honey, I love Leo a lot." 

"I thought I did too," Betsy sounded glum. "You have to get use to the way 
he is." 

"I never will. I need a guy to take care of me." 

"Must it be a guy?" 

Betsy's eyes flickered. "Yes." 

"How do you feel so sure of it?" 

"I don't know, I just have the instinct." 

"Did you ever try a woman?" 

"No, I never have." 

Lila said, "You know, women can be big and protective, too." 

Betsy looked at her unbelievingly. 

Lila laughed. She wasn't at all hurt or discouraged. 

"You really owe it to yourself to try." 

"I owe it to myself to get myself a nice guy." 

"Oh, well, that's true," Lila said, "and I could introduce you to others 
besides Leo." Betsy felt a new flicker of interest. 

"What kind of others? Who do you mean?" 

"Oh, I know plenty of fellas," Lila said, "I could hang them out on the 
clothesline if I wanted to, I know so many." 

"I understand that you like your freedom, don't you?" 

"I sure do, honey, and your going to learn to love yours." 

Betsy couldn't imagine loving her freedom. She could only imagine being safe 
with some sweet guy, who was strong and serious, and interested in her. That 
was all she wanted out of life. 

"All right, you convinced me," Lila said after a while, "I'm going to 
interest you in a nice Joe." 

Betsy felt strangely disappointed that Lila had made a pass at her after all 
the trouble she had gone through, and then not followed up on it. But she 
wasn't going to ask Lila why she had stopped her tactics. 

She was glad to leave well enough alone, and besides, she did want to meat 
this nice Joe, that Lila talked about. 

"But are there any strings attached to meeting him?" Betsy said. 

Lila shook her head. "No, you'll like him." 

"Will he like me?" 

"He'll love you, honey, everybody does." 

"Does Leo know him?" 

"Oh, no, no, I'm not like the rest of you silly people, I keep my love life 
quite private. One guy doesn't know the next." 

"And Leo doesn't know you have any other guys?" 

"I'm not vouching for what Leo knows or doesn't know, it's unimportant." 

She had put Betsy off guard, but now Betsy realized that Lila was really 
edging in closer and closer all the time. 

Betsy looked down and saw that Lila's hand was on her thigh. The other hand 
was on her hip. 

Betsy felt the strange inclination of living in a dream world. 

She leaned forward and let Lila kiss the side of her mouth. 

As a matter-of-fact, it was Betsy who took the aggressive stance. 

She slipped her arms around Lila's neck, and let her fingers play up into 
Lila's hair. 

Was there any truth, she wondered, to the idea that a woman could be big and 
protective like a man? 

She doubted it, but she had no experience to prove one way or the other. 

She continued kissing Lila down her cheek, and onto her mouth, and over to 
the other side, and up her nose, and on her eyelids. 

She leaned forward and she felt the touch of Lila's breasts against her own. 

That was a strange sensation she had never felt before. 

Her chest was soft, where she was accustomed to hardness. 

Soft like her own. 

Suddenly she understood what Lila must be feeling, after all, Lila's body 
was a woman's body, and she herself was capable of such intense feelings, 
why shouldn't Lila be? 

Besides which, Betsy thought shrewdly, if Lila likes me, and wants to take 
care of me, she'll get me a real nice guy. She'll do me that favor, all 
right, and then I won't have to think of people like Leo or Jack, ever 
again. 

The thought of finding a real nice guy, was so encouraging, that Betsy 
realized she would do anything to put herself on Lila's good side. 

She felt the new delight of making love with Lila now. 

She pressed her lips to Lila's. They weren't so different from a man's. She 
felt her tongue touching Lila's. It was kissing. 

The sensation, and understanding of making love, gave new thrills to Betsy's 
life. 

Her breasts began to throb. She pressed them against Lila's, into that 
delicious softness. 

Yes, it was so different, and so sweet, she wondered why she'd never thought 
of trying out a woman before, just for kicks. Better late than never. 

She felt Lila's hands beginning to roam up and down her own body now. She 
was willing and ready and able. Lila's fingers searched her body, and they 
had a kind of authority and understanding she'd never felt in a man, 
certainly. 

Those fingers went right to her breasts, and covered them, beginning to play 
with her nipples. 

They caressed her breasts, and brought out new sensations of desire. 

Betsy felt like the strings of a guitar that were being plucked. 

So she moved closer to Lila, enjoying the sensation of the girl's body heat. 

She began to play with the button on Lila's blouse, and then instinctively 
opened it. 

The trembling fingers reached inside to touch the naked flesh of the breast, 
that seemed to leap at her hand, as Lila turned slightly. 

They were in each other's embrace in a moment. 

Lila knew exactly what to do, and Betsy gave herself up to the other woman's 
skilled attentions. 

But Betsy herself was by no means passive. 

She didn't want to be. She wanted to share all the feelings possible. 

She began to play with Lila's back, and down to the waist, and undid the fly 
of her slacks. 

In a moment, she had the girl out of her pants and she was undressed too. 

They were sitting now beside each other, both completely naked. 

Betsy couldn't help herself looking at the beautiful body. She'd seen it 
before, but now she was seeing it in a new light. 

She felt very intimate, almost as though she understood Lila, as thought 
they had been friends for years. 

It was because they were both women, of course. 

Lila said, "Do you like what you see?" 

Betsy said, "Yes." 

Lila took Betsy's hands and placed them between her crotch. Betsy began to 
squeeze the cunt, and felt the curly hair against her fingers. 

She liked the new idea of passion. 

She knew what else to do also, because of what she herself had enjoyed. 

She spread the lips of Lila's cunt and pressed the ball of her middle finger 
against the clit. 

Lila was doing exactly the same thing to her now. 

They were acting like twins, playing with each other's cunts. 

Betsy began to shiver with the building passion. 

Betsy fell back on the bed, and shut her eyes, and spread her legs. 

She didn't know what it was like to make love to a woman, but she intended 
to find out. 

Where was she going, what was happening next? 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Lila was warm and attentive, just as she had promised to be. 

She wasn't the bitch cunt that she was with Leo, none of it at all. She lay 
on top of Betsy, and her soft light body commanded all of Betsy's interest. 

Betsy felt the thrills rolling up and down from her nipples to her cunt and 
back again, as though she was on some kind of roller coaster of sex. 

She was stroking Lila's back, while Lila covered her body with kisses. 
Lila's tongue was agile. It roamed from her mouth down the side of her neck, 
to her breasts. 

The kissing proceeded from the breasts, down over her belly, round and round 
the navel, and into her cunt. 

She looked down and saw Lila lying between her thighs. 

Lila's eyes were closed. 

She had a tight, intense look on her face. 

But at the same time, she seemed as though she were relaxed, and in heaven. 
It was a funny contrast. But it was very convincing. Betsy realized what she 
was looking at. She was looking at the look of intense and concentrated 
passion. 

Lila spread Betsy's cunt lips and put her tongue on the clit. The clit 
responded by quivering and jumping up into a hard-on. 

Lila's tongue moved in long caressing strokes from the clit down to the cunt 
hole. 

She continued to lap around while Betsy moaned, and rolled her hips to help 
Lila make her come. 

She knew that soon it would be her turn to do the same thing to Lila, and 
she tried to concentrate on all of the sensation on Lila's tongue, so that 
she would know what to do. 

Lila was wild. 

Lila's tongue insisted, pressing and pressing, sucking and sucking, eating 
her out, so that pretty soon Betsy had no option but to orgasm. 

She felt the first contractions beginning to well up in her cunt, and shift 
like crazy throughout her young body. 

She started with a muffled sound, and her hips shot straight up. 

Lila's body rose along with Betsy's. 

Lila's fingers slipped along the backs of Betsy's thighs, and clutched her 
ass, and propped her up in the air. 

She was surprisingly strong. 

Betsy felt braced properly, and confident. 

The sensations of trust and wallowing in the amazing juiciness of her 
desire, she began to shoot. 

Her juices came out of her, dribbled all over Lila's mouth and chin. 

Her body was racing like an engine, and her cunt was sucking away like mad, 
on the tongue that was inserted. 

Gradually the sensations eased off, and she lowered back. 

When she was finished comming, she sat up and looked down at Lila. 

"Don't you want some too?" Betsy said. "Come up here!" 

Lila shook her head. 

"No honey, I'm a stonewall butch." 

"What does that mean?" 

"It means that one way, is my way, understand now?" 

Betsy said, "So what do you do for kicks?" 

"I've already had mine," Lila chuckled. 

"You mean you came while you were down there eating me?" 

Lila nodded. 

"That's some neat trick," Betsy said, with admiration, "I wonder how you do 
it?" 

"Don't ask me," Lila said, "I was born with the talent. You know that you 
are too good for me not to share with somebody." 

"You mean the Joe you promised me?" Betsy said eagerly. 

Lila nodded. "One good turn deserves another." 

Betsy said, "I'll get dressed, and you can take me to him now." 

"Yeah, do that," Lila drawled. 

Betsy leaped up, and with new enthusiasm, she began to dawn some very 
sweet-looking clothes, that she thought would appeal to a guy. 

Lila watched her dressing, while she pulled on her own clothes. 

"Am I going to go like this, and you like that?" Lila said. "No, you better 
come home with me first, while I change my clothes too." t 

"Okay, I'll do anything you say," Betsy said, "I don't understand how come 
you're being such a good friend to me?" 

Lila laughed. "I'm not really such a rotten bitch as you think." 

"I thought you were the cuntiest thing alive," Betsy confided. 

"Maybe that was Leo's fault. Maybe Leo made me act that way." 

"Yes, I realize that Leo can drive a girl off the wall." 

"He nearly did that to you." 

"Yeah, you know what he wanted to do, Lila? 

He wanted to lock me away in the country." 

"I heard that song from him, too, once,." 

"And what did you do about it?" 

"I laughed in his face." 

"But I wasn't as smart as you were," Betsy said, 

"I went all the way out of town with him, and he even got a house. I think 
he signed the lease and everything." 

"You don't believe that," Lila said. 

"Well, that's what he told me." 

"He was putting you on, child." 

There was a long silence between them. 

Betsy didn't know whether to believe what Lila was telling her or not. After 
all, Lila had no ulterior motives anymore. Leo was not a bone of contention 
between them now. 

"Let's not talk about him," Betsy finally said, "It really makes me 
disgusted." 

They left the apartment and went up to Lila's place, where she changed from 
her butch cowboy outfit, to something slinky and very feminine. 

Betsy marveled at the difference in her appearance. 

"I'm like a circus performer," Lila said, "I do the act that's going to 
bring on the audience applause." 

"Now this guy you're going to introduce me to," Betsy continued, "is he in 
love with you?" 

"Oh no, he knows my story." 

"You mean you're giving me to some guy who's pretty safe, so that you won't 
be competition?" 

Lila nodded. 

"I owe him a favor, and I think you are a real nice girl, and one that 
deserves a favor." 

Betsy laughed and blushed. 

She was ready and willing to meet a new guy. She wanted so much to forget 
Jack and Leo, and to put aside all her disappointments. She had hoped that 
the man Lila would introduce her to, would be the real one in her life. 

"Where does he live?" 

"In a fancy neighborhood, overlooking Central Park." 

"That sounds promising." 

"Oh, you'll love him. Betsy. I promise you." Betsy was going to give Lila 
the benefit of every doubt. 

Her heart was thumping with eagerness and interest, even though she felt 
like a fool to be so taken in by Lila's promises. 

Still, you never did know. Lila probably did owe this guy a favor. Maybe she 
did want to get rid of him. 

The best way to get rid of a guy, was to pry them with another cunt, Betsy 
realized. Well, Lila was certainly going to do that. 

They went downstairs and got into a taxi. 

Lila hadn't been exaggerating at all, when they got to one of the fanciest 
and most expensive areas as their final destination. 

Suddenly Betsy wondered if Lila was making any money out of the deal. But it 
shouldn't bother her. She decided not to ask. 

An elevator man took them upstairs to the tenth floor. A polished black door 
opened. Betsy saw, standing there, one of the handsomest men she had ever 
seen in her life. She felt glued to the carpet. 

She walked into the rooms as though she was passing through a dream world. 
She couldn't believe her eyes, not about the place, not about the guy, just 
that Lila had seemingly taken her to heaven. 

"This is Michael." Lila said. 

She heard his name floating toward her. It seemed to be made out of gold. 

She looked up into a pair of the deepest sea-green eyes she had ever seen. 
Black curly hair fell over an unlined, happy looking forehead. 

But he wasn't the frivolous kind of guy, she could tell. He was 
level-headed, and serious, and interested in her. 

Those eyes studied her hard. 

She waited breathlessly, to see if he was pleased, with her. 

He began to smile, relaxed, and good-natured. 

Betsy realized that this Michael liked her a great deal. 

Lila spent a few minutes sipping a drink, and then she made an excuse and 
left them alone. 

Betsy could barely believe her good luck. She said to Michael, "I must be 
the most fortunate girl in the world, to meet you. 

Michael laughed. 

"I feel like the most fortunate guy, if you want to know," he said. 

Betsy realized she wanted to find out if they were made for each other. 

She took his hand, and they walked together to the window and looked down 
over Central Park. 

Michael said, "You don't know how many times I've stood here and wished 
there were a girl holding my hand." 

Betsy couldn't believe her ears. This Michael had been lonely, was it 
possible? 

"There are a million girls in New York City. They come and go from every 
other city in the world," Michael said, "but none of them are really very 
nice, you know. I don't know what's going on." 

She realized that Michael had a built-in loneliness. 

Betsy said, "I have never told this to anyone, my friend, but I feel just 
the way you do. I've never met a man that I really trusted, that I could 
believe in, and I'm yearning for it." 

He turned and looked down at her. 

She walked into his arms before he said another word. 

She felt as though fate was just moving her along. 

His big brawny arms circled around her, and pulled her close. 

She lifted her mouth to his. 

His tongue came out and touched hers. She tilted her pelvis up, and felt the 
hard spring of an enormous cock, coming at her cunt. 

Yes, Michael was going to be fine, just fine. 

They were going to fuck forever, and live in heaven, up here in this 
gorgeous apartment, and nobody or nothing would ever disturb them. 

She was panting with desire to make love to Michael. She reached down and 
stroked his cock, inside his pants. 

It was going to happen for them. She felt instinctively that they would move 
into the bedroom soon, and he would take off her clothes, and she would 
undress him, too, and then he would move his cock into her cunt. 

They would sit together as though they had been carved out of one piece of 
clay. 

And he would fuck her and fuck her. 

They would come together the very first time. There would be no hassle. They 
would understand each other's sexual desires, and they would love each 
other, too. 

She could predict the future, even as they stood in the living room, kissing 
and holding hands, and then stroking each other's bodies. She liked the way 
he touched her breasts in the gentle way, exploring her, wanting to make her 
easier for sex and love, but he didn't want to hurt her. 

He was very considerate. 

She thought, this man who is touching me, this stranger is going to be my 
closest friend, and one day very soon. 

She could believe in their future now. 

She could believe in it, because there was no logic, no rhyme or reason to 
how she got here. 

. Her being with Michael was strictly fate. 

They were going to screw any second now. 

He put her hands up to his face and then down again to his cock. 

She took his hand and put it on her cunt. 

They stood holding each other's genital organs, and squeezing and knowing 
that the world was too beautiful for words. 

In a minute, they started walking off toward the bedroom, just as she had 
imagined. 

Betsy saw the expanse of a beautiful pale-blue bed before her. 

It was a bed that wanted love on it. 

It was a bed on which she could make love forever. 

She was in heaven, for sure! 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Betsy had never felt as excited as she did right at this very second. 

She could just tell about Michael. 

There was something about him that convinced her, even before they got to 
fucking around, which they were going to start at any minute now, that he 
was the man for her She knew that finally she had a big daddy that was going 
to take care of her, that was going to watch over her, that was going to 
protect her from the cruel world outside. 

It was funny the way the whole thing had happened. 

It had been fast. 

Unplanned, and uncalled for. 

But nevertheless, it was true. 

Here she was in the beautiful older man's apartment, ready and willing to 
fuck him, and to make love to him, to bring him all the pleasure that she 
was sure he was going to give her. 

The bedroom was beautiful. 

They were now standing in it, holding one another closely together, feeling 
each other's crotches, ready and able to make hot passionate love to one 
another. 

She glanced around the room quickly, trying to get more of a feeling for the 
guy, finding out things about him before he even told her a fucking thing. 

She wasn't really checking him out for approval. 

She already more than approved him. 

He was perfect for her in every single way. 

She just wanted to know more about him for her own curiosity sake. 

After all, she knew way down deep inside her soul, that this was the man 
that she was going to spend the rest of her life with. 

The bedroom reeked of masculinity, with lots of wood, browns, and leathers. 

But on the same hand, there was a softness about it, a gentleness that told 
her Michael was not only masculine and aggressive, something she demanded in 
her men, all of them, but that he was also gentle, kind, warm and 
understanding, that he would not abuse and misuse her, like so many of her 
older daddy's had done. 

Even before she got to know him very well, she was convinced that he was 
right for her, a perfect combination of strength and gentleness. 

Just right! 

Betsy's heart was pounding a mile a minute. 

As she hugged Michael, feeling what seemed to be the biggest cock she had 
ever felt pressing firmly against her eagerly prodding fingers, she knew 
that she loved him. 

This was almost like a movie. 

Shit, here she was, a little girl with so many problems, and now, through 
someone that she hadn't even thought was her friend, she was lucky enough to 
meet this beautiful man, who now obviously wanted her as desperately as she 
wanted him. 

It was almost too much to believe. 

She closed her eyes and opened them quickly. 

Was she dreaming? 

No, she was awake, alive, and all of this was true. 

It was happening to her, and happening now. 

The answer to all her problems was this man. 

She knew it now for sure. 

He was going to help her out of the dilemma that she had gotten into with 
all those other men, all those disgusting pigs that had only taken from her, 
not giving her anything in return, other than heartache. 

She wanted to fuck him desperately now. 

She knew that he was going to fuck her but good. 

He was going to take that huge cock that she was so energetically massaging 
in her fingers and ram it right up into her tight and willingly accepting 
pussy hole, bringing her orgasm bursting to the surface. 

She knew that the time had come, and she could hardly wait to get down to 
business. 

"Let's lie down," Betsy said, not wanting to be too forward, but on the same 
hand not wanting to wait another second to enjoy the special pleasures that 
his beautiful big cock was bound to bring her. 

She could almost feel the slicing monster ramming up into her pussy hole, 
stretching her cunt lips far apart, bringing her orgasm bursting to the 
surface, and making her hot gooey come gush out, mixing with his, as they 
mingled together in a pool of sexual bliss. 

It was strange, this almost psychic feeling she had about the man. 

How could she tell that their sex life was going to be so great together? 

And indeed, how could she possibly know that he was going to take care of 
her for the rest of her life, keep her safe and warm from the outside world, 
and love her with every fiber in her body? 

She couldn't explain it, but she knew. 

"Yes, let's lie down," he said, and he moved her over to the edge of the 
bed. 

"Please undress for me," she said, jumping on the bed, but pushing Michael 
away, so that he was standing right by the side of the huge king-sized 
mattress. 

Betsy wasn't accustomed to voyeurism, not any more than anyone else, but 
this was different. 

She wanted the slow sensual pleasure of seeing the man that was most 
definitely going to be her new daddy, for the rest of her fucking life, 
undress in front of her. 

She wanted to see each inch of his powerfully masculine body unfolding in 
front of her eyes. 

She wanted to taste him with her vision, before she devoured him with her 
young and quite eager body. 

And he was willing. 

With a knowing smile upon his face, Michael backed away from the bed just 
slightly, so that she could get a really good look at him. 

Slowly, almost as if he did this kind of thing every night of the week as 
some kind of a profession, he began to take off his shirt, button by button 
revealing a body that was going to make Betsy gasp in delight, and begin to 
immediately cream her undies. 

When he ripped off the shirt, she stared at the huge well-tanned muscles of 
his upper body. 

He was powerfully built, much more so than any daddy she had been with up to 
that time. 

It was quite obvious immediately that he was prideful about his body, and 
that he took damn good care of it. 

She liked that. 

It meant that he cared about himself, and before one could care about 
another, one had to care about himself, and take care of himself. 

He didn't waste any more time. 

Michael knew that this young vixen, this young beauty that he had fallen so 
instantly in love with, was waiting to see his cock. 

Michael knew that he probably had about the biggest fucking cock in town. 

It was gigantic. When fully erect, it was a huge ten inches long. 

Not only was it long, but it was extra thick. 

He had given many a little girl a fucking of her life, and this was going to 
be even better than all of those other times. 

This was a special young cunt. 

This was the cunt that he was going to take care of for the rest of his 
life. 

This was one young girl that he was going to really love. 

All of his other relationships had been so fucking shallow. 

They'd had been meaningless, holding nothing in store for him other than 
some quick, surface pleasure, but this was quite different. 

This was real. 

He could feel the love for her already swelling inside of him, feeling it 
right down to his fucking toes. 

He quickly pulled down his pants. 

He was wearing a pair of brief underpants, and his already semi-hard cock 
was pushing them way out in front of his firm rock-hard rippling belly. 

Betsy gasped when she saw the huge outline of what she knew was a pile 
driving monster of a cock. 

"Oh, take those underpants off, please Michael, I want to suck your cock." 

She couldn't believe her own words. 

She was being so forward with this beautiful specimen of manhood that she 
had so recently met, but she just couldn't contain herself. 

She loved him with every fiber of her body, and she wanted to prove it to 
him, in every single way that she could. Nothing would stop her now, from 
gaining the happiness that she had always so desperately sought. 

This was the man for her, and she could tell from the smile in his eyes, 
that she was the girl for him. 

He ripped off his underwear, and his monstrous weapon shot out, standing out 
in front of him proud and strong. 

Betsy gasped. 

It was even more beautiful than she had possibly imagined. 

It was not only longer and thicker than any cock she had seen so far, but it 
was beautiful to look at. The tight velvety skin stretched around the long 
thick shaft firmly, and the huge plumb-shaped purplish cock head was already 
dripping gobs of pre-orgasmic come. 

She couldn't contain herself. 

She had to hold it. 

She had to taste it. 

And most important, she had to suck it wildly. 

She sat over on the edge of the bed, and quickly slipped her little fingers 
up to the bare ass cheeks of her new lover, and more important, her new 
daddy. 

She dug her fingernails into his rock-hard buns, and pulled him right up to 
her, so that his cock was resting on her lips. 

She opened her mouth sensuously, and pulled the first inch or two of his 
mighty cock shaft right into her throat, and not wasting another second, she 
began to suck on the dong feverishly. 

Michael threw his head back and moaned. 

He had been sucked off a thousand times, by a thousand different girls, but 
just as he had expected, just as he had known from the second he had laid 
eyes on this beautiful little baby, she sucked in a very special, tender, 
and at the same time violent way. 

He felt his knees growing weaker and weaker, as she pulled more and more of 
his cock into the back of her throat. 

Her tongue was making quick little circles around and around the shaft. 

The saliva was beginning to flow from her mouth freely, She coated his prick 
with her spit, and sucked away on it like it was a huge fucking lollipop. 

Betsy had never sucked a cock like this before. 

She knew that it was the love that she felt all the way into the pit of her 
little stomach, that was making her attack this especially beautiful cock 
with the amount of gusto that she was. 

She just couldn't suck it hard enough. 

The cock was very, very wide, as well as long, and it wasn't as easy to get 
the whole thing into her mouth. 

However, her previous experience, plus the fact that she loved this 
beautiful new daddy so much more than any other she had ever loved, gave her 
the expertise and the physical power to pull inch after inch down deep into 
her throat. 

In no time, she had all ten inches of the fucking cock wedged between her 
eagerly sucking lips, and she was starting to slide on and off the prick 
with all the fury she could, bringing her new lover and her new daddy more 
and more pleasure with each new stroke of her tightly clasping and extremely 
wet lips. 

On and off the cock she went. 

She never let the fucking love pole slip all the way out of her throat. 

She would slide way back, letting all of the cock out except the last couple 
of inches of his cock head, and then once again she would plunge forward, 
engulfing all of the monstrous mauler menacingly. 

Time and time again she sucked the cock, until she felt the already huge 
veins on the side of the shaft protruding even more than they naturally did. 

This, plus the moaning and groaning that was emanating from the handsome 
man's lips, and the bending in the knees that was happening at the same 
time, told the sex-kitten that if she continued stroking his cock with her 
mouth in the same feverish way she had been doing for the past few minutes, 
he was surely going to shoot his come, sending gobs of hot gooey gism up 
into her eagerly sucking and swallowing throat. 

She didn't want to do that. 

Oh, she would have loved to taste his come, but she wanted to be able to 
have him fuck her, so that they could reach a mutually satisfying orgasm at 
the same time. 

Besides, although blowing was great, and she loved it, and she knew that it 
would bring him much pleasure, she felt that in order for them to truly 
unite, both spiritually and physically, she would have to let him ram his 
cock right up into her pussy, bringing them together in one sensual and 
erotic union of body and spirit. 

That was the way that it had to be. 

Just when Michael thought that he could stand it no longer when he felt the 
come burning in his balls, and beginning to start up his huge cock shaft, 
the little vixen pulled her mouth off it. and let it fall out, leaving him 
in a state of real horniness. 

He knew it was only temporary however. 

Michael leaned over on the bed, and very quickly, almost professionally, he 
helped Betsy off with her clothes. 

He gasped when he saw her naked body, and rolled his eyes up and down it 
seductively. 

Betsy was delighted that he liked what he saw. 

She felt proud of her young firm little-girl body and was once again 
especially glad that she kept it in tip-top condition. 

They were both naked now. 

Betsy felt the come oozing inside of her pussy. 

It was dribbling out of her crotch, and running down over her shapely 
creamy-white thighs. 

She felt hotter than she had ever felt before in her whole life. 

She knew she was in for a screwing that would never be topped, except by 
Michael when he would screw her again and that would probably be as soon as 
this one was over, and they could regain their breath, and bring their heart 
beats back down to a relatively normal pace. 

Michael could not contain himself. 

The young beauty was offering her fantastic body to him openly and 
willingly, and his cock had gotten so overexcited from the great oral treat 
she had given him, that he was longing to let the come fly out of his balls 
and through his cock shaft, erupting out of his piss slit at the tip of his 
bulbous cock head. 

The time was now!!! 

He couldn't wait another single second. 

He jumped on the bed, and pushed his cock right up into her pussy, beginning 
to stroke her as feverishly as he could. 

Betsy couldn't believe it. 

It felt like someone was shoving a fucking tree trunk in and out of her 
cunt. 

She had never experienced a cock of' this size and magnitude before, a cock 
with such fevered driving determination as the one now furiously pummeling 
her puckered pussy hole. 

The juices of her flowing cunt greased the way for the onslaught of his fuck 
motions, but still, she felt the force and power of the size of the love 
pole, as it forced her cunt lips wide apart, and scraped her clitty, making 
it stand up stiff and tall like a miniature prick. 

Time and time again Michael sent his barreling cock flying into her tight 
and ready and able pussy hole. 

And time and time again Betsy gasped with the pleasure that she was feeling 
course through her entire young body. 

This was a fuck to end all fucks, a fuck that would surely give her one hell 
of an orgasm, an orgasm that she would never, ever forget!!! 

Betsy believed that she had just experienced the ultimate in sexual bliss. 
She was sure that there could never be another moment to match the one that 
she and Michael had just shared. 

But she was wrong. 

Michael, her new and powerful big daddy, was now moving his skillful and 
loving hands all over her young body. She felt him pressing and probing. 
Doing all the exploring that they didn't have time for before. Then their 
need had been too great. 

But, now they had the rest of their lives to spend with each other. They had 
the time to savor each other's body and taste all of the delights of their 
flesh. 

Now her man was kissing her. She could get the idea out of her mind that 
they had done all of this before, many, many times. It was all so perfect. 
They really did belong to each other and somehow they always had. 

Betsy's thoughts were now taken over by the feelings in her body. The 
reality of her lover's touch and kiss were entering her awareness and she 
being completely swept away by the moment. 

Michael's tongue was traveling down the front of her body. He went straight 
from her mouth to her neck, between her breasts, down to her navel and then 
to his main target ... her sweet and warm cunt. 

His mouth played over her labia. It ran the length of her slit and his 
strong, yet very soft tongue teased her. He would quickly dart it into her 
hole and then just as quickly remove it. He was building up her desire. 

Betsy did not know how long she could stand his playfulness, Just being near 
him made her all wet, having him touch her, however lightly or innocently 
was more than she could stand. But this action was beyond her belief. 

She could not believe that she could come just from this light playing. 

But this was Michael, the man she had always wanted and searched for and the 
sensations seemed so natural that she could do nothing but let herself be 
carried away by them. 

She knew, as she felt him searching out her warm hole that she was home for 
the first time in her life. She and Michael would always be together, 
because they had both been waiting for their special person to come along. 
And now they had each other. 


THE END
