Green Eyes for Betsy
(FF, FFF, MFF, oral, anal)
by K.C Douglas
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2009 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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Please email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the time to give feedback. The style of this story is new and I hope readers can understand what I tried to do. I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life.
Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.
Betsy returned to her life story refreshed and ready to reveal another chapter. She lay on her bed, realizing that she was getting older, but wondered if she was getting any wiser? Betsy was living with Doris and Bingo and her entire focus was on her career, which was growing more successful with each passing semester. After a disastrous one-night stand with John, Betsy was only too glad she wasn't dating any man on a steady basis.
Doris also engrossed herself into her modeling and it took her on the road about two weeks out of every month. She dated several guys for short periods, but none appeared to be serious. When Doris was between modeling shows, one of her modeling girlfriends would either come home with her, or they would drop in on their way to another show. Betsy met many of Doris' co-workers and she got along well with all of them, even spending the night in bed with the occasional one.
The college Betsy taught at conducted graduate courses during the summers and she volunteered to teach a course in business marketing. The grad course was on supply-side management using mathematic theories and modeling to control distribution, inventory, on-time delivery and cost control. Betsy seldom got to know the students personally, but she recalled the most memorable meeting of all.
It happened immediately following the last class of the summer grad course. Betsy returned to her private office to finish up the final details of the course when she was surprised by a soft knock at the door. When she invited the person in, one of her female students entered. Her name was Wendi and she worked for a major Houston oil company, but she was based in New Orleans. She was working on her master's degree in marketing while still working part-time at her job. Her company's distribution methods were developed in the 70's timeframe and they were added to and revised ever since.
In class, Wendi was very professional both in her attire and attitude. Betsy remembered the woman, as having very smart business sense, and she could tell that Wendi really wasn't the type to take shit from anyone. Even though the woman was hyper and seemed to be overly animated, she managed to present Betsy with a marketing idea she thought was very practical. Wendi wanted to run her concept to restructure her company's marketing design past her professor to get a professional opinion.
Wendi, along with an assistant named Jennifer, were in-charge of revamping the oil company's distribution methods, so that they addressed today's issues and economy. If Betsy thought the proposal was practical, Wendi planned offering her a project consultant job with the company. Wendi assured Betsy that the job offer would not interfere with her college teaching, as she could capably do the work in her spare time. Betsy would work with Wendi's team as a consultant to develop a new supply model.
As she remembered what actually transpired that day, Betsy suddenly felt flushed and apprehensive. She remembered looking at Wendi's fundamental proposal and then she was distracted. Wendi stood in front of her professor's desk and she was bent over, as she pointed out various details of the plan. All of a sudden Betsy's eyes opened wide in amazement when she noticed what the woman was wearing.
Wendi was casually dressed, but very neat. She wore expensive, leather sandals and very tight jeans, which showed off her seductive curves. But it was the woman's blouse that caught Betsy's full attention. Wendi had a noticeable button problem with her blouse and it was suddenly obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The blouse hung open, as Wendi bent over the desk, clearly displaying her youthful boobs and nipples. Betsy remembered staring at every alluring detail. She recalled the prominent, swollen areoles and it was still a mystery to Betsy why she didn't look away.
Betsy didn't expect the woman's brazen actions. She found it more than a little disturbing when she sensed Wendi's finger moving over the pages of the proposal, but her eyes didn't leave the woman's chest. Suddenly Betsy recalled feeling old at the time. Although she was only thirty, as Betsy stared at Wendi's cleavage, she felt her age when she noticed the younger woman's, perky breasts. It used to be the other way around in business matters, as everyone Betsy met outside of her students were either the same age or older.
But not this time! Wendi's youthful body was very evident and it was obvious she didn't mind showing it off. Betsy stared at the brazen display of boobs and nipples and she felt her face turn beat red with embarrassment. She remembered wondering at the time if she should mention something to Wendi. Betsy contemplated telling her to be careful bending over when her blouse was undone like it was. All of a sudden the blouse seemed to open even more and her student's entire titties were exposed.
Wendi noticed her teacher's flushed face and knew she had struck a nerve. Her devilish scheme was working and Wendi grinned with satisfaction. All of a sudden she was filled with confidence, more confidence than at any time in her life. She leaned over farther and deftly allowed her teacher a close-up of her boobs. Her fingers moved over the papers on the desk with the pretense of showing Betsy more of the exact details in her presentation.
Wendi noticed Betsy's eyes staring straight ahead. She openly grinned, as she acted like a She-devil by moving her chest to make her boobs sway from side to side. She felt the course fabric of her blouse rake across her tender nipples and knew they would rise to the occasion. When she explained the presentation, Wendi knew she wasn't making sense, but it didn't seem to matter, as Betsy's attention was not on what she was saying.
Betsy glanced down at the papers and then back up to the woman's exposed boobies, feeling her face turn redder by the minute. In all her life, no woman had purposely seduced her and Betsy had no idea what Wendi was doing. When Betsy's eyes shifted downward, all she could saw was what appeared to be blank pages. She didn't have the strength, or was it the courage to stand up, she wondered.
Wendi's presence seemed to rob Betsy of any willpower. Her temperature was rising out of control and she felt the strongest urge to do something. When she opened her mouth to say something, Betsy prayed she wouldn't make a complete fool of herself. "I like the proposal, so far. I think it will work," she stammered. "Give me a few days to look it over... and I'll let you know." She reached for Wendi's proposal hoping her revelation had satisfied the young woman.
***
Betsy studied the proposal for two days, most of the time at home. Strangely she had a hard time concentrating on what was in the proposal. Images of Wendi's brazen boob display kept popping into her head and distracting her. She kept seeing Wendi's paralyzing, green eyes and then her stomach churned with nervousness. On the second night, Betsy was deeply engrossed in looking at the papers when Doris took an interest in what she was doing. "Love! You have such a serious look on your face. Are you working on lesson plans?"
After a lengthy explanation on what she was doing and why, Betsy felt foolish. Wendi seemed to have affected her in a strange way and she couldn't get the girl out of her head. Doris listened intently and leaned closer to her friend, as the story unfolded. "I have a student... from Houston. She wants me to work with her... as a consultant, to update her company's distribution network," Betsy told her dearest friend. "I've gone over her proposal and other than a few minor changes, everything looks extremely workable."
Doris said the right things and Betsy felt much better, having told someone. Soon she felt more relaxed and got right into the crux of her story. "Oh gawd, I have to admit that the girl is distracting. Her eyes... she has such extraordinary green eyes. When she looks at me with those eyes, I just can't think straight," she whispered. "I've nicknamed her 'GE'... Green Eyes."
They both laughed and suddenly Betsy felt totally at ease. Then she went on to tell Doris about the after class demonstration. She stuttered trying to explain how the young woman bent over her desk and exposed herself, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She vividly remembered blushing when she noticed Wendi wasn't wearing a bra. All of a sudden she was sitting with her best friend and telling Doris how embarrassed she was for not looking away from the perky, bare boobs.
Doris surprised Betsy with a long, loud laugh. "My love! You are so sweet and brainy, but so goddamn dumb! GE was hitting on you," she said, trying hard to keep a straight face. "I think the student is after her professor. My dear, Bets... she's way smarter than the professor and if I was a betting girl, I'd wager the farm that GE gets into your panties."
Betsy was flabbergasted by Doris' response. "No way! I can't believe she would do that," she whispered. "It's strictly business. She wants me to help her out... and I think it's worth a try. Her proposal looks great and it's a good opportunity to make some easy money for very little work."
Doris hugged her dear friend. "I don't blame you. Go for it... and GE won't find a better partner to help her out," she said. "Hey, I have a sail boat lined up for this weekend. Invite GE out and we'll go sailing... and you can go over all the last minute details together."
Betsy was relieved to have made the decision to be a consultant and the sailing weekend sounded like the perfect opportunity to get to know her business partner better. It all sounded too good and that made her a little hesitant to tell Wendi. When she phoned the young woman, they agreed to meet at Betsy's college office to discuss the business proposal.
Betsy went to the college for the intended rendezvous with her stomach churning, full of much anxiety. She was ready and willing to work with Wendi on the challenge of implementing the woman's proposal to update her company's distribution procedures. Betsy laid the numerous papers on her desk in preparation of going over them with Wendi and waited for the woman to show up. It was one of those appointments where a person arrives early and then starts to sweat in anticipation of what she will tell the other.
When a tap sounded at the door many minutes after the prearranged time, Betsy's mind was already frazzled. The girl walked in wearing a pretty summer dress with a shear shawl over her shoulders and draped down the front of her torso. It was déjà vu all over again. Betsy looked into the girl's deep green eyes and the GE nickname kept ringing in her head.
GE took off the shawl, throwing it over a chair and then she faced her professor. Betsy's sat at her desk and her breath caught at the sight of two dark spots displayed prominently at the ends of the woman's boobs. She almost said something about the nipples showing through the thin fabric, but there was not time.
GE moved around the desk with the pretense of showing Betsy more of the exact details in her presentation. She stood directly behind Betsy and deliberately rubbed up against the older woman, feeling Betsy's body flinch at the bold caress. Betsy was unable to breathe and her head started spinning out of control, which meant speaking was impossible.
All of a sudden Doris' comments came back to her. Maybe GE was hitting on her, Betsy thought. No woman had purposely seduced her, but abruptly Betsy had an idea of what the young woman was doing. She desperately tried to focus on what GE was saying even though the pages appeared blank. Then the young woman pressed her chest against Betsy's shoulder. GE's mouth brushed her ear from behind and Betsy felt her body temp rising sky-high when the woman's hot breath washed across her cheek.
Never in a hundred years did Betsy think that one of her students, especially a woman, would be bold enough to seduce her. "I'm not wearing a bra... or panties, nothing under my dress," she whispered while nibbling on Betsy's flushed ear. "I want you... between my legs!"
It didn't sound like a request, but precisely like a demand. Betsy sat motionless in her chair trying desperately to think of something brilliant to do. She remembered the scene like it was yesterday. "Oh, gawd, not here," she moaned. "Please, Wendi, not here."
All of a sudden Betsy had the awful feeling that she was wrong. Maybe the woman wasn't really doing anything perverted and she only assumed GE was hitting on her. Abruptly Wendi left no doubt about her intentions. "Yes, my love. From the first day I saw you in class... I've dreamed of you being in my arms. Of us making love."
Betsy squirmed in her chair, but not moving away from the young woman. "Please, Wendi. Not here... in school," she moaned, trying to convince the girl to stop the assault. Suddenly she felt stupid for saying what she did. She didn't really mean to imply that having sex was okay, but just not at the college.
Suddenly Wendi experienced the greatest hunger of her young life. She grabbed a handful of Betsy's hair and yanked the woman's head backwards, so she could stare into the dreamy eyes. Betsy remembered vividly staring into the greenest eyes in the world and wondering how such a young woman could be so powerful. Then the pretty face closed in on her and the next thing she was aware of was being kissed.
To this day Betsy didn't know how her arms moved or how her hand wound up between the woman's legs. She never imagined doing anything imprudent or challenging, but unexpectedly her hand closed on GE's leg. She had no way of telling whether her breathing stopped because of the kiss or from what she was doing. Her hand felt the girl's leg and then slowly crept upward. All Betsy remembered thinking at the time was that indeed, the woman wasn't wearing undies.
The girl abruptly shifted around so that she stood beside Betsy. When she closed her legs and pinned the dainty hand in her crotch, Wendi quickly put her hand directly over Betsy's. She pressed hard with her fingers and for the first time in her life, foreign fingers invaded her womanly domain.
Betsy's heart pounded in her chest. Blood rushed through her body so fast that her temples throbbed madly and she felt totally flushed. Suddenly there were fingers over top of her own and they were pushing her fingers into the wetness. GE's middle finger pressed hard and Betsy thought she would die.
When GE broke the heated kiss, they were both breathless. Betsy desperately gasped for air, which gave the girl ample time to undo all the buttons of her blouse. The room seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, as Betsy glanced down just as the rosy lips closed around one of her nipples. The surprise of teeth biting her tender bud sent shock waves through her body, but she was unable to get up out of the chair.
All of a sudden Betsy realized that she had to do something. If she let things go, the young woman would surely force her to have sex right there in her college office. As funny as it seemed, now years later, she grabbed GE by the ears. Pulling the woman's head away from her chest, Betsy struggled to get her words out. "Uh... uh, please, not here," she whispered, staring into the paralyzing green eyes. "Oh gawd, I don't know what has come over me. It's not right... acting like this at work."
Slowly her temperature came down and Betsy remembered not feeling quite so flushed. She liked GE and didn't want to hurt her feelings. It was a certain path to disaster if she allowed the seduction to continue, as someone from the college could catch them. "Uh... I have a friend, Doris, who has use of a boat... a sailboat for the weekend," she said. "Why don't you join us... come sailing and we can discuss your proposal. I'm very thrilled that you want me to work with you... on the project."
Wendi was actually thankful for the reprieve. For months she had fantasized about being with her illustrious professor and acting unscrupulous in public was not smart. Suddenly she felt slightly uncomfortable encroaching on Betsy's space, as they were touching each other. "I would love to. Thanks! I think we will be a perfect team... work well together."
The look in GE's eyes sent a shiver up Betsy's backbone. There was a definite assurance that she was strong and determined to follow through with her implied seduction. They actually held hands, giving both women a sense of compassion and tenderness. Then Betsy gave her newfound friend the address and arranged for a good time to meet at Doris' before they went sailing. When GE left her office that day, Betsy remembered that the young woman did so reluctantly, but she gave the impression of knowing they would soon be together again.
***
The two days Betsy had to endure until the Friday meeting with her student were hell. It was utter turmoil thinking about what she had done. She had made arrangements with GE even though she knew the young woman had an ulterior motive. After the sexual advances in her office, Betsy was aware of GE's infatuation with her and still she agreed to meet with the woman.
Coming home to Doris' after the encounter with GE, Betsy was reluctant to confess all. It wasn't until Doris asked about whether her student was joining them for the weekend that Betsy told Doris the truth. The glint in Doris' eyes indicated she fully understood the arrangement and that she was happy Betsy was the target of an admirer.
It turned out that Doris shrewdly planned everything. Betsy thought back to that time and how her dearest friend had the perfect timing. The weekend coincided with Doris' purchase of a new house in the high rent Garden District of New Orleans. Betsy had known for a long time that Doris was tired of condo living and they had talked a lot about her buying a house. Although she couldn't actually take possession of the new home for another month, Doris was permitted to use it on occasion.
Betsy remembered when Doris told her about her future plans. She bought the house not only to live in, but also for a good investment. The shocking news from her best friend was that she was contemplating a change of careers. Doris planned quitting modeling and starting a new career in investment counseling. Finance was her major in college, but it got curtailed when she met a man who talked her into being a model.
Nothing more was said about the weekend, but on Friday morning, both women busied themselves getting things together for the weekend sailing venture. When the doorbell sounded shortly after noon, Betsy's heart rate soared, as well as her breathing increased dramatically. Her feet were frozen to the floor and luckily Doris took the initiative to answer the door.
Doris answered the door and invited GE in without hesitation, amazed at how ravishing the woman was in real life. After a short introduction and a small chat over coffee, the three women departed for the weekend. Doris had borrowed a sailboat from another modeling friend and she planned the weekend of subversion to satisfy her desire for control.
Doris cleverly had Betsy drive while she got to know their guest. Before Betsy realized what was happening, she was in the driver's seat and Doris and Wendi were in the backseat. They laughed and joked about her driving them to the marina, as if Betsy was their personal chauffer. The trip still sent shivers through her body, as Betsy remembered driving and listening to them talk. As if that was not bad enough, every time Betsy looked into the rearview mirror, she stared directly into the paralyzing green eyes.
Betsy could not remember feeling more embarrassed. Doris and GE talked like they had known each other for years and nothing seemed off limits. To Betsy's astonishment, Doris told the young woman about the nickname Betsy had given her and the reasons for it. That was when GE revealed that she had never really had sex, or gone all the way with another woman, although she had experimented a little in high school.
Suddenly Betsy remembered being afraid to look into the mirror. She listened and got more anxious by the minute, as Doris deviously sealed her fate. "Believe me honey... I've had sex with many women. But none compare to Betsy. She's... well you'll find out."
Betsy was utterly speechless listening to her friends talk. She tried to focus on driving, but it was extremely hard. Her heart pounded in her chest from great anxiety and she hoped GE and Doris couldn't hear the loud pounding. She had the most relieved feeling when the harbor came into view and suddenly everything was deathly quiet. It seemed like everyone knew what was going to happen and they were dreaming about all the possibilities.
Betsy was almost in a trance, as they moved things from the car to the boat. Doris had planned for a few hours on the water before spending the rest of the weekend at the new house she was buying. Betsy remembered how she had worked herself into a frazzle by the time everything was loaded in the boat and they were on the water.
The lake was smooth, as glass, and without a little wind there was no way to do much sailing. They used the small motor on the boat to get out into an isolated section and then anchored, so they could relax in the sun. They were all dressed in bikinis and about 15 minutes later Doris was topless and laying on the deck. She quickly talked their guest into doing the same thing, but Betsy could tell that GE was shy and nervous. Then Doris gave, 'the look,' and Betsy knew it was time for her to follow suit.
It took mere minutes before everyone was relaxed and comfortable. Betsy remembered very vividly that Doris seemed to have a devilish expression on her pretty face every time she looked at her. It didn't take long before Doris grabbed her camera and started taking pictures. When she snapped pictures of GE, the young woman tried to shield her private areas at first.
Doris must have known that GE would be shy and reserved, but she easily rectified that. She handed the camera to the young woman and told her to take pictures. Then she swiftly removed her bikini bottoms and ordered the others to do the same. The defining moment of the entire afternoon came when Doris modeled for GE. Doris displayed her best poses and Betsy had to admit that some of them were very definitive and alluring. One in particular was when Doris fingered herself with GE only a foot away, capturing all of the dazzling images with the camera.
Betsy recalled it being a great afternoon on the water. Luckily the lake was almost deserted, which seldom ever happened, so the exhibitionism and flamboyant nudity wasn't noticed by anyone. When they got back to the dock, they were once again wearing bikinis and Doris quickly jumped in the dock shower. Betsy and GE unloaded the boat until Doris was finished and then she told them to shower while she went for the car.
Betsy squirmed, as she lay on the bed, reliving this chapter of her life story. She remembered the bewildered look on GE's face when Doris told them to shower. Betsy could tell the young woman questioned if they should do it together or take turns. Even now Betsy wondered what on earth came over her that day. She remembered opening the shower door for GE and then getting into the shower with the young woman.
She stood behind GE and there was enough spray from the showerhead to get both women wet. Thinking back on that occasion, Betsy wondered if it sounded silly when she suggested that they wash each other's back. When GE washed her back, Betsy thought she felt the woman's hands shaking with nervousness. She grinned, as GE rubbed soap all over her back and front, but the woman didn't have the courage to stop her hands to feel Betsy's boobs.
Even though they were still wearing something, Betsy felt like they might have been totally nude. The funny thing about that outdoor, shower encounter was that she never knew how it went from washing and scrubbing each other's back to her being kissed and fondled. One thing she vividly remembered was staring into the dreamy, green eyes and then they kissed. It was one of just a few kisses that Betsy could recall from her past.
At the time Betsy remembered thinking she would merely give GE a small peck, just a little kiss. Their lips met and suddenly GE let out a loud gasp, as her arms went around Betsy's neck. Many of Betsy's past lovers had shown a hunger or an intense passion with a kiss, but GE displayed raw desperation. Betsy remembered her head swirling, as the kiss heated up, and their bikini-clad bodies were pressed tightly against each other.
Suddenly Betsy felt the woman's fingers madly trying to undo the strings of her bikini top and abruptly she was not wearing one. GE's embrace tightened around her neck and Betsy was positive they would have fallen if she had not held them upright. She had to spread her feet for balance and that gave GE the extra room to wrap her legs around one of Betsy's shapely thighs.
Betsy' arms were around GE's torso while the woman kept her arms tightly wrapped around Betsy's neck. They clung to each other and might have stayed that way for hours if Doris had not returned. "You girls might want to rent a room. I don't think the people on the beach want to watch two women going at it like wild animals," Doris said, giggling out loud. "Well that might not be true... most men would love watching."
Suddenly everyone knew it was only a matter of time. All that remained was acting out the elements of the story and living the actual events. Betsy realized that Doris was the devious instigator, but the fact didn't surprise her at all. It was inevitable that she and Wendi would make love, much to her chagrin, but the affair would satisfy Doris' wild fantasy. Wendi realized she would experience lesbian love for the very first time in her life. The thing that made Wendi most thrilled was the anticipation for it to happen with the sexiest woman she had met or been friends with.
Betsy remembered being in the shower, as a defining moment in a new relationship. She let go of GE while the woman reluctantly loosened her grip with her legs and let her arms drop from around Betsy's neck. All three women stood still with the shower door gaping wide open and all eyes were glued on Betsy's bare boobs. The water still dripped from the succulent boobs and they glistened almost radiantly. Betsy glanced at her boobs and then at GE whose eyes never left the luscious bare tits.
It was Doris who bent over and retrieved the lost bikini top. She handed it to her dearest friend and not another word was spoken. Betsy quickly retied her top and they went to Doris' car for the drive to her new home, which she would take possession of at the end of the month.
***
When they got to the house, Doris proudly gave them a quick, guided tour. She considered investing her life savings in real estate, as the best choice for her money. The Garden District was one of the nicer areas of New Orleans and Doris had found a lovely Queen Anne style house, which would be considered a mansion in most areas. The Victorian features gave the home a romantic feeling and Betsy felt an immediate affection for the place. It had a tall tower and two wings with tons of colorful trim on the entire outside.
Doris was most proud of the backyard that was completed in a true upscale design. Her tour took them onto the back deck and patio, and eventually into the backyard. Betsy remembered staring in awe at the nicest pool and she was sure the pool and backyard alone was worth every penny Doris paid for the place. When Doris mentioned the fact that there would be some serious skinny-dipping later, everyone laughed, but Betsy and Wendi did so in a nervous fashion.
Once the tour was over, it didn't take long for Doris to whip out a barbeque. She had planned everything, as was her manner, and had food ready for them to cook. It was burgers and dogs because Doris didn't want the cooking to last long. The three had a relaxing meal, which was prepared and eaten in record time on the backyard patio. Betsy recalled the evening getting quiet and very surreal when the sun set like a big, red ball on the horizon.
The backyard was secluded and Doris merely stripped her clothes in scant seconds. She let them fall right beside her chair and yelled it was time for a swim. Doris rushed into the pool like a screaming schoolgirl and she taunted the chickens to follow her.
Betsy remembered acting immediately knowing it was exactly what her dearest friend wanted. She was naked in a flash and joined Doris in the pool. The two splashed and played around like kids and they completely ignored their guest. Betsy remembered playing childish games with Doris and being locked in a fierce battle when she noticed GE stepping into the water. She too was naked and the two women instantly beset on the young woman.
It took mere seconds for them to dunk GE under the warm water. When she came up sputtering and swearing, the fun was on. After the tension was broken, the three swam and splashed for the longest time. Betsy wasn't sure how it happened, but at some point she was in the deep end and Doris and Wendi were in the shallow end.
Betsy remembered the scene as one of the most stimulating sights ever. GE's back was to Doris and Betsy could plainly see that Doris had her arms around GE and she had a boob in each hand. The young woman didn't have the biggest boobs, but they were certainly big enough to sway up and down seductively in the water. Doris cupped the titties and made sure she bounced them on the surface of the water drawing everyone's attention to the young woman's chest.
That was when Betsy found out that GE was a talker. The young woman kept whispering, "Oh my God," over and over again and Betsy wondered if GE was religious or what? Betsy treaded water across the pool until she was directly in front of the others and her feet could touch bottom. She stared at the presentation, which Doris seemed to be holding out for her, and swiftly pinched the tiny buds. Betsy tweaked and pinched the nipples with her fingers and pulled them out from the woman's chest, as she mashed them into her own boobs.
GE's verbal triad kept going. "Oh, God. My nipples feel like they are going to explode... pressing into your gorgeous boobies. My God, they are throbbing... so hard," she moaned. "Oh God, they feel so good."
Betsy made sure her nipples touched GE's and she felt her own buds getting harder and harder. The young woman was captivated with a woman in front and directly behind her. Doris leaned her head forward, right up to the side of GE's flushed face. "You're our little princess. I love the way your body responds to lovin'," Doris whispered. "Just wait honey! My finger is goin' to be in your ass. Soon... I'm going to fuck your ass."
Betsy noticed Doris' arm rotate down and under the water. The exact moment a finger touched the young woman's ass was very prominent. Betsy watched GE rise up on her tiptoes and then her mouth opened wide. The only thing she could utter at that point were moans and long, desperate groans.
Then Betsy decided it was time to assist in Doris' seduction. Her right hand shifted from a throbbing nipple to the illustrious spot between GE's legs. There was an instant reaction by the young woman when her tiny clitoris was savagely groped. Betsy pushed a finger inside GE and she thought the woman climaxed at that very instant. GE's head rolled forward and onto Betsy's shoulder, as she tried to stay upright in the swirling water.
"Oh my God. I've never had an orgasm... like this," Wendi moaned. "Not with a woman."
Doris' hand was pumping like mad and Betsy knew her dear friend was finger-fucking the woman's ass. GE's hips rocked out of control and swayed around easily in the warm water, as two, skilled women fingered her. It was over so fast that nobody's heart rate went out of control. Everyone sort of rolled around in the water, but Doris' scheming mind never stopped working.
Betsy remembered being extremely happy and contented at the time. She floated on her back and was completely oblivious to Doris' next agenda. Doris hugged GE and put her lips next to her ear. "Take her inside. Make love with a real woman," Doris whispered. "Do it in the living room... right on the carpet, so I can watch."
Betsy would never forget the feeling of being a little girl again. She was in a complete trance when the young woman took her hand and then pulled her out of the pool. Once she was on the pool deck, GE led her to the patio doors and into the lavish living room. The only light came from the outside and the setting was extremely serene and erotic. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she had to take the lead because the woman was young and inexperienced.
Just as Betsy was about to lift her arms and embrace GE, the woman started raining kisses all over her neck, shoulders and ultimately her face. The gentle lips were paralyzing. GE kissed her face, then the woman's mouth closed on her own, and suddenly GE's tongue was inside her mouth. The kiss heated up and Betsy's head swirled with indecision and confusion. Then GE's hands roamed all over her chest before cupping her breasts in unbelievable amazement.
Suddenly the kiss grew more intense. When the woman's fingers squeezed both nipples at the same time and rolled them around like marbles in oil, Betsy's chest heaved in perfect harmony with the young woman. Betsy fell against the woman and all she could do was put her arms around GE's neck. She hugged the young woman desperately wanting to take the initiative, but somehow that was impossible. Their bodies came together and Betsy felt the woman's perky tits pressing into her own. From that point on, she was under a spell. The lust grew deep inside and her emotions seemed to convey her surrender.
All of a sudden it was one of those special moments in her life story and Betsy tried to imagine exactly what transpired. Her dream went back to that eventful day. The kiss broke and she could talk again. "Oh, gawd. I don't think I can stop... gawd, your fingers," Betsy moaned, desperately trying to stay on her feet. When hot breath washed over her face, Betsy felt even hotter.
The scene was more erotic and tantalizing than Doris ever imagined. Watching two naked women was overwhelming. One woman was her best friend who was held tightly by a hungry, young woman. Doris collapsed into a big, soft easy chair and immediately her hand slipped between her legs. Her eyes grew even bigger, as she watched GE ravage Betsy's twisting body, and then her ears flushed with utter astonishment.
"All my life... I've wanted to try this," Wendi whispered. "From the first time I saw you at the front of the class... I knew we were meant for each other."
Doris watched her best friend cling desperately to the young woman. Betsy's arms were fully outstretched and around the woman's neck, as her feet barely touched the floor. Wendi's head tilted to the side and she kissed Betsy hard on the lips. Doris' eyes grew wider when GE suddenly jammed her long, middle finger of her right hand to the hilt forcing the older woman onto her tiptoes. Again she listened intently, as the young woman display ultimate control.
"I want to watch you climax... as I make love to you. I've dreamed of this from that first day," Wendi whispered. Then she kicked Betsy's legs apart giving her even more access to the beloved treasure. "I feel so bad... so dirty. All I want to do is fuck you!"
It was uncanny how the young woman bent her finger and kept it inside Betsy's honey hole. Wendi twisted her hips to the side, which enabled her hand to cup Betsy's pelvis, and the rest of her fingers surrounded the narrow pussy slit. Wendi jiggled her hand back and forth at a tremendous speed and somehow she knew enough to spread the puffy labia with the palm of her hand. She deftly pressed the tender clitoris into Betsy's bony pelvis and vibrated the throbbing clitty much to Betsy's dismay.
Wendi curled her long middle finger until she found the one spot that robbed any remaining willpower left in Betsy. She caressed the G-spot with the tip of her finger and hugged her lover with her left arm.
"No! Dear, gawd, it couldn't be true," Betsy groaned. But it was! Her belly went into wild convulsions and she was unable to stop the river of cum. The orgasm flourished like a blossoming flower, as GE spread the swollen petals and exposed the inner essence of her lover. Betsy remembered it as the worst, but yet the best climax. Nothing compared to experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm when you were standing up and Betsy found that out.
There was no way to remain standing and the two women collapsed onto the plush carpet. She had creamed like a little schoolgirl, but suddenly Betsy was in-charge. She thrust her thigh between GE's legs and rammed it deep into the woman's crotch. She felt wetness on her skin and pushed harder until she heard the woman gasp out loud. Betsy moved her thigh back and forth and knew she was pressing hard on the young woman's, pussy slit.
Obviously the young woman was thoroughly aroused and more than ready. When Betsy slipped her hand between their writhing hips, she sensed the fastest orgasm in history. GE's hips started humping up and down frantically, as she desperately squeezed Betsy's leg with her powerful thighs. Betsy's fingers had just enough space to slip into the vast wetness and she instantly pinched the delicate clitoris. She squeezed the bud between her thumb and forefinger, which caused GE's hips to gyrate rapidly on the lavish carpet.
The end came quickly for GE. Being able to finally realize a dream she had for years was too much for her to prolong the orgasm. The swift climax may not have been the most memorable, but it was the prelude of many more she would always remember.
***
That first weekend with Wendi was the beginning of a relationship that Betsy still considered precious today. She couldn't remember when anal lovemaking entered the relationship, or whether it happened by chance, or if GE planned it. They had gone to bed early, as it was a weeknight. Betsy recalled how she had considered sleep far more important than sex that night. She assumed her resistance might have been the reason GE got so aroused and raunchy.
Betsy remembered being seduced by the young woman and eventually letting her guard down. GE had succeeded in getting Betsy aroused and to the point where she didn't fain sleep anymore. Sexual desire raged deep in her belly and Betsy tried to visualize what really happened. GE was aggressive. They wrestled on the bed and Betsy didn't mind that GE was more determined during the struggle. She couldn't remember if she let the young woman roll her onto her stomach or she rolled over because the prone position felt good.
All of a sudden GE had Betsy's legs spread wide and she jumped on her back. The young woman used her weight to pin Betsy on the bed and then she shifted so that she lay on top of her captive. GE leaned forward, putting her face directly over the luscious ass-cheeks, and her eyes grew wide in awe. Betsy didn't think much of it when GE dug her fingers into the cheeks of her butt and pried them apart, as far as possible.
Suddenly GE's tongue stabbed between her butt cheeks and hit her hole dead center. At first Betsy was a little surprised by the attack, but she quickly admitted that the tongue felt pretty good. Then GE put her mouth around the hole and used her tongue like a small penis. She pretended to fuck Betsy's ass and all the while her fingers played in the vast wetness of her pussy.
The young woman was a hungry animal. She gobbled Betsy's asshole and her fingers threatened to begin a serious finger-fucking. Betsy remembered how everything happened at once. Abruptly GE rolled around Betsy's hips and took complete control. GE grabbed her hips and pulled upward so that Betsy was in a perfect doggie position. It made Betsy grin, as she dreamed about that night. She was in her favorite position, which left herself completely vulnerable from behind, and all the fight had gone out of her.
All of a sudden GE crouched, ready to pounce. Her mouth surrounded the delicate asshole and she started nibbling on it again. Then Betsy recalled hearing the young woman spit and fill her hole with saliva before she used her tongue to lick her entire ass. In the past Betsy was never comfortable with anal, but strangely that night she felt the urge to let it happen. Suddenly GE lowered her mouth and sucked on the delicate portion of Betsy's pussy slit, making sure she had the clitoris in her mouth.
Betsy felt her clitty dancing inside the woman's mouth, as GE battered it with her tongue. At the time her body felt like it was betraying every sane and logical emotion she ever had and all she could think of was lust. She remembered her body going into severe convulsions and then GE fucked her good. The young woman fucked her asshole both with her tongue and long, slender finger. At the same time, GE skillfully finger-fucked her honey hole while using her knuckles to ravage her tender clitoris.
Betsy fell face-first on the bed unable to hold herself in the doggie position, but GE didn't hesitate or pause. There was no escaping GE's savage attack, but then again Betsy was past the point of caring. The young woman had the middle finger of each hand buried to the hilt and she used her tongue to lick around each, as she royally finger-fucked Betsy.
The freight train started out slowly up the mountain of lust and quickly picked up speed until it was a runaway. Betsy's hips trust wildly into the sheets and she could see bright lights even though her eyes were shut. Her emotions soared to the summit and then her belly exploded. The ecstasy was profound, as sweat rolling off her torso when she twisted and rolled on the bed.
Betsy wasn't sure when the orgasm ended, but suddenly she felt a finger on her lips. GE yanked her head to the side and forced the bent knuckle of her middle finger hard into her mouth. Betsy's first impulse was not to open her mouth. She assumed it was merely a mental thing, as she didn't know which finger was on her lips, but suddenly it didn't matter. The pungent smell of sex drifted into her nostrils and Betsy opened her eyes to see a wide smile of satisfaction on GE's gorgeous face.
Betsy didn't question why she let the finger into her mouth and then used her tongue to deftly lick it clean. All the while she stared into the paralyzing green eyes and did what was requested of her. She watched the pretty face moving closer and closer until she closed her eyes. GE kissed her. Again Betsy was well aware of what GE had been kissing a scant few minutes earlier, but she still allowed the kiss to heat up.
Suddenly the young woman rotated Betsy over, onto her back. GE kept kissing her, as she rolled on top of Betsy's outstretched body. At the time the only thing Betsy thought about was retribution. That was the normal way sex evolved between them, but not on this night. GE's insatiable desire for sex enabled her to ravage poor Betsy some more. The young woman forced her thigh between Betsy's legs and immediately felt the immense wetness. GE pushed harder until the top of her thigh was coated with scented nectar from her dark-haired goddess.
Betsy shivered even though it was now years later. She remembered humping the young woman's leg, getting herself aroused again, and then GE's fingers finished her off. It must have looked like the silliest movie, as she put up a pathetic protest to which GE sternly ignored. Betsy didn't think she could have another orgasm, but how wrong she was. GE's fingers pressed into her crotch and instantly found her control button. When her fingers pulled the clitoris all the way out of the surrounding labia, Betsy's world belonged to the young woman.
Her hips bounced up and down on the springy mattress. "Oh, gawd, not again? Gawd, no," she moaned.
GE's fingers were a blur. "Yes, my love. I'm going to keep you on top of the mountain... the mountain of ecstasy," GE whispered.
"Oh gawd, when you do that... I can't stop," Betsy mumbled.
"You're the most amazing woman... so sexy... a goddess," GE whispered, as her head dropped to Betsy's chest. She gobbled one of the extended marbles into her steaming mouth and started nibbling on the nipple in a feverish fashion.
Betsy's chest heaved. "Holy, sweet fuck! I'm cumming... I can't stop. Your mouth... oh gawd, your fingers," she groaned, as a powerful spasm rocketed through her body.
GE managed to seize the neglected nipple with her free hand and she kept her mouth over the other. Her fingers performed shear magic and she felt the womanly body going through the throes of another earth-shattering orgasm. It was one of those nights that Betsy remembered with mixed emotions. She dearly wanted to assume a measure of control, but somehow the young woman seemed to stay one step ahead. Every time GE displayed her willingness to please and satisfy her burning desires, Betsy felt reluctant to resist the woman's temptations.
After the climax, the two women hugged and embraced each other in loving fashion. Such tenderness was definitely the way to a woman's heart and Betsy felt extremely comforted by GE's embraces. She closed her eyes and drifted through space on a time machine that never slowed down. All of a sudden lips were everywhere, kissing her face, neck, shoulders and all the way down to her breasts. The lips barely touched her boobs and cleverly evaded her nipples, which had remained rock hard.
Betsy remembered how things quickly turned into a playful wrestling match. All she wanted to do was hug and caress her lover, but GE had other plans. Suddenly her arms, which had been around GE's torso, were pinned at her sides. GE's sexual appetite displayed an obvious thirst for taking Betsy against her will and the fact was mutually understood.
Betsy opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. GE's lips swooped downward and her tongue darted all over Betsy's burning flesh. The woman kissed her belly, which was heaving up and down, and then GE's tongue swirled through the tiny bellybutton. Betsy merely grabbed the young woman's head and felt her emotions soaring upward once again. Her heart pounded and with it her temperature reached her upper limits.
GE's eyes never left the bald pussy, which was inches away. She swiftly rolled between Betsy's legs and there it was, proudly exposed and dripping with excessive cream. Betsy remembered the most helpless feeling. Her arms remained at her sides and suddenly something grazed the lips of her cunt. Her head rolled backwards; her eyes closed tightly and then it happened. The tongue slowly pried her labia apart and kept running through her pussy slit until it crushed her clitty.
Then GE performed the lewd act again and again and all Betsy could think about was falling into the deepest cavern. Down and down she fell and suddenly a mouth closed around her throbbing clitoris. She felt it going deeper and deeper into the hottest cavity and then the sharp teeth closed on the bud. In a heartbeat Betsy lost the desire to fight and she surrendered to the young villain for a third time.
GE's tongue twirled the clitoris around and around in the vast wetness, relishing the taste of her female lover. Betsy's fingers twisted into the woman's curly hair, but the impulse to remove GE's face from her womanly treasure was gone. Betsy quickly found out that she didn't have enough strength or power to stop, as her hips thrust towards the hungry mouth in perfect rhythm with the twirling tongue.
Her seductive student ravaged her with the skill of a lesbian mistress. One of her slender fingers pressed into the flooded opening just below her mouth. When another finger pressed against the tightest hole, which was close by, GE felt her goddess quiver viciously. She deviously curled her fingers inside the womanly treasures and tried to touch her tongue, which was still battering the clitoris.
Betsy remembered screaming for mercy. That was when GE bit down hard on the gem inside her mouth and felt the woman's body go out of control. Then she put her mouth directly over the honey hole and sucked with all of her might. The fingers of her free hand snaked under her top lip and seized the throbbing clit, which was still aching madly from the sharp teeth. The instrument for her ultimate happiness was the naked body that was currently under her complete control.
A silent spectator sat in a chair beside the bed. Doris heard the commotion at the very beginning, but she didn't intrude until the final episode. "Oh, my Lord! I'll never get tired of watching you cum... my love," Doris whispered. Betsy and GE heard the soft whisper, but neither cared. "You're a real woman."
Betsy's journey took on a new meaning, as she looked back on her life story. During this stage of her relationship with GE, she let everything go, all of her emotions when she filled GE's mouth with molten cream. The young woman coughed and sputtered, but her tongue never stopped jabbing into the sweet honey hole. Doris swiftly got into bed with them and it took her mere seconds to prove her mastery. They were awake until two or three in the morning and Betsy remembered being a spectator for the last thirty minutes. She idolized Doris when she turned GE into her personal sex toy.
***
Life settled into a normal state with GE spending many nights at Doris'. In the work environment and at the college, GE was all business. She worked hard with her illustrious professor on the proposal to revamp her company's distribution methods and policies. Sex was a regular occurrence with Betsy and GE, while Doris joined in whenever the mood was right. Often Doris liked having her toys in bed and she frequently used dildos on both of her slaves. She particularly loved using one of her special dildos on GE's ass and the young woman showed her immense fondness for anal sex. None of Doris' dildos were anything like Mr. BD, but they were quite adequate, Betsy mused.
Doris was well into her new career during this part of Betsy's life story and she didn't seem to miss the hectic life of being a model. Although the money from modeling was great, the travel and being away from home for weeks at a time had been very hard on her. Doris attacked the financial advisor profession with a vengeance and quickly amassed enough clients to make a good living.
Doris had some strange powers. Betsy remembered arriving home one day when one of Doris' ex-modeling friends was visiting. It was a few months after Doris switched jobs. Since the woman hadn't seen Doris in awhile, she dropped into New Orleans solely to visit her. The two women were chatting in the kitchen when Betsy popped in to see Doris and what she saw was Bingo resting his head on the woman's thigh. Betsy immediately recognized the true meaning of the dog's gesture and she decided to keep a close eye on GE in the future.
The one thing Doris trained Bingo to do, after having sex with a bitch, was for him to show her his devotion. Doris found it hilarious to have Bingo rest his big head on a woman's lap after he had ravaged her beyond anything imaginable. Betsy entered the kitchen that day and she merely glanced at Doris to know what had transpired before she got there. Then Doris and her friend left to take Bingo for his customary reward, which was a walk in the park.
Not long after that episode, Betsy found out about one guy who Doris was keen on. She found it very odd, as the man was married. He was a Wall Street type who did things similar to Filler's dad, but more on the side of analyzing and not business mergers, which Bernie did.
Doris had been dating him for weeks when Betsy asked for the real story about the man. Doris simply smiled and told her that maybe he was just good in bed, which still made Betsy laugh. Then one day she was sitting in the kitchen with Doris and they were talking like they did on a daily basis. All of a sudden Doris asked her dearest friend for a favor. "Aaah, I need a favor."
Betsy quickly voiced an okay. "I'll do it. Anything for you."
Doris laughed out loud. "But, my love! You don't know what it is?"
Betsy reached for Doris' hands and held them tightly. "No! I'll do it. I'll do anything to make you happy." Betsy thought about her life up to that point. She was living better than she could ever imagine; she had great sex whenever she needed it and she loved Doris. It all made sense at the time and Betsy knew that Doris would never do anything to hurt her.
Doris explained how she was meeting her guy friend for a tour of the upper Mississippi River Valley wine country. Apparently Napa valley was not the biggest wine growing area in the country and Doris was going to visit some great wineries north of New Orleans. She informed Betsy that it was his birthday and she wanted to give him a very special present.
It took Betsy a second, but she got it right away. "Okay! When?"
At the time Betsy wondered why Doris seemed infatuated with the man. She knew Doris too well not to suspect she had an ulterior motive in the planned tour. 'Yes,' she thought. 'She is dating the man and she probable does have feelings for him, but it isn't love.' Then Betsy vowed to merely let things ride and eventually she would find out Doris' hidden agenda.
Saturday morning came and both women sat in first class on the way to Chicago. O'Hare was the closest large airport to Dubuque, which was their destination. They rented a car and on the trip to Dubuque, Doris explained what she needed her to do. She assured Betsy that she would know when the time was right. When they arrived at the hotel, Doris' friend met them at the front desk. He looked totally surprised at seeing Betsy and quickly volunteered to get a second room.
Betsy still laughed at what happened. Doris grabbed his elbow and looked him in the eyes. "Don't you always get a room with a king-sized bed?"
His gaze shifted to Betsy, but he didn't utter a word. Betsy was positive his heart stopped when she responded. "Happy Birthday!"
Nothing more was said until they got to the room. When they entered and the door closed, Doris simply put everyone at ease. "Do you want to unwrap your present... or do you want me to do the honors?"
All of a sudden he realized that Doris was indeed serious. He was going to experience a lifelong dream of not only being with two sexy women, but also he would get to watch them with each other. Doris' plan was simple. They would entertain her boyfriend and after that he would be ready to explode.
Betsy thought about the wine country tour with Doris and her boyfriend. She would never understand why men liked watching two women make love, but then she wondered, 'who am I to question such things?' Suddenly she giggled at the thought of how happy the man was when he received a blowjob from two women.
Betsy remembered that Saturday, as if the day was a full-length movie. Act one was a lesbian scene where she really had no choice in what transpired. Doris was the leading actress and she was in complete control. She controlled every caress and every sexual embrace until the end. Betsy remembered that familiar feeling in her belly when they made love. All of a sudden she would give anything to be with her best friend, to feel Doris' loving embraces.
Doris usually ensured her slave experienced a mind-blowing orgasm before she let them touch her intimately. Then she would allow her slave to make love to her. That was how things happened that day. Betsy eventually succumbed to Doris' lovemaking and she climaxed much to the boyfriend's enjoyment. Then even before her breathing returned to normal, Doris encouraged her to perform her magic.
Betsy remembered acting too slow and deliberate. She kissed and caressed Doris all over, paying particular attention to her boobs, her stomach and then her velvety thighs. Her tongue traced devious wet trails over the burning flesh until Doris needed more and much faster than Betsy was delivering. By showing that she was sexual stimulated and too aroused to wait, Doris knew it would get her boyfriend extremely turned on.
The memory of Doris' boyfriend being extremely aroused while watching was something Betsy would never forget. He stripped his pants and fisted his enlarged cock like a madman. Betsy was sure he would blow his load when Doris experienced an intense orgasm, but somehow he kept his emotions under control.
Act two was the blowjob. His cock was most likely harder than it had ever been from watching his girlfriend perform cunnilingus with another woman. Suddenly all of their attention was on him. One of Doris' dainty hands cupped his balls, as she rolled them around and around in their oversized bag. She deviously caressed one ball, before switching to the other, and back again until he was moaning in extreme ecstasy.
Doris' other hand squeezed the base of his pecker and seemed to aim the rod at someone special. She purposely waved his cock in the air in a beckoning fashion until Betsy reached out. He watched the two women look at each other and they seemed to know what to do without a word being spoken.
Betsy slowly bent forward and took the upstanding penis from Doris. She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing shaft and marveled at how hard and erect it was. Leaning down, she started running her tongue around the flared rim and the cock seemed to spit at her. With each lick, Betsy heard him groan out loud and then she sucked the entire head into her mouth. Her eyes remained wide open and she watched Doris playing with her boyfriend's balls.
At that point, Betsy wasn't sure who was making the man utter so many loud responses to indicate his immense pleasure. All of a sudden she remembered getting a flash of brilliant inspiration. She coaxed Doris' to put her face close to hers and then she started slapping their faces with the man's erection. Doris' boyfriend could hardly control his fiery desire, as he watched his cock leave wet marks all over the beautiful faces. The smacking sounds were music to his ears and suddenly the dark haired beauty sucked his cock again.
Betsy continued sucking and licking the head of his prick while Doris caressed his nuts like a maniac. Abruptly Betsy's head was shoved real hard and she almost swallowed the man's throbbing erection. The bulging head hit the back of her mouth and threatened to go all the way down her throat. Betsy squeezed the shaft, as hard as she could, trying to keep it from choking her, but Doris was the one in control.
Suddenly Doris squeezed his balls harder and Betsy tasted molten lava, as it streamed down her throat. Doris' boyfriend blasted a river of cum and he marveled at how none of it leaked out of Betsy's mouth. He shot his load into her belly and all the while Doris kept a death-grip on his ball-bag. His cock remained hard long after the last drop ran down Betsy's throat and he would certainly never forget the climax of the century.
Abruptly Doris insisted they move onto Act Three. The movie was definitely a porno five-star, but no one else would get the luxury of seeing it. All three stayed in bed together and Doris was all over her boyfriend. Her skill was profound and she had his proud pecker hard again shortly after the illustrious blowjob.
***
Everything suddenly made sense to Betsy on the third morning during the trip. Although Doris had never mentioned why she was dating a married man, she finally revealed her intentions. She simply asked Betsy to keep her boyfriend occupied for thirty minutes and Betsy did it without questioning the reason.
He was working on his laptop when Doris conveniently decided to leave. She excused herself saying that she was picking up something to eat. A few minutes after she left, Betsy did her best acting. She stood beside the chair he was sitting in and when he looked up from her computer screen, his eyes bugged out. With nothing on, Betsy was a vision of true sexiness and he stared at her naked body without blinking.
"I need someone to wash my back," she whispered trying her best to keep her voice low and sexy. Her implied allusion immediately set off a reaction that no man could resist. He barely had time to get rid of what he was working on before he was on his feet, following her into the bathroom. By the time they reached the shower, he was naked and ready for action.
Betsy found out later that she had fulfilled one more of his sexual fantasies. They had sex like wild animals while in the hot, steamy shower and she had to admit it was fairly gratifying. Although she was not keen on anal sex, she decided that anything was acceptable if it meant pleasing someone she loved. So when he washed her ass with slippery, oily soap, Betsy let him fuck her there knowing it would give Doris the time she needed.
She remembered it as defiling, yet still enjoyable. He covered her entire body with soap and then he pressed her up against the shower wall. She was stretched up on her tiptoes so that she stood as tall as him. Suddenly she felt the man rubbing his pecker along the narrow crevice between her legs and then he poked her in the butt cheeks. Betsy wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pulled herself even higher so that her feet were off the shower floor.
All of a sudden the man grabbed her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. He lifted her torso up and then lowered it tenderly and precisely on top of the flared tip of his cock. Betsy felt the head easily slip into her crack and directly onto her precious asshole. She desperately wanted to plead with the man to stop, but knew it wasn't possible. All she could do was hold her breath when she felt the head of his cock slip into her hole and suddenly he let go of her thighs.
It was most likely one of the highlights of the man's trip. He felt a death grip on his throbbing cock and knew his stamina would not last long. Betsy was wedged between the wall and his muscular body and the man easily held her up so that her feet were off the floor. He pounded his hips into Betsy's body and felt every inch of his manhood sink into the dark dungeon. The soap certainly enabled the anal intrusion and he quickly moved his cock in and out a few inches at a time, as he fucked like a madman.
Although Betsy's memory of that session had faded, she still recalled experiencing tremors of a mini orgasm, which would eventually blossom into a full-scale climax. The man shot a large load of cum into her ass and then he used his fingers with the skill of a magician. He let her feet drop to the shower floor and her breathing suddenly became ragged.
The man deftly pinched her clitoris and the soap acted like a perfect lubricant, as he rolled the tiny bud around and around vigorously. When he felt Betsy's body shudder and quiver, he knew it was time. He squeezed the clitty harder and yanked it all the way out of the protective lips that were now very swollen. The sound of Betsy's squeal of joy got him more enraged and determined to fulfill one more fantasy.
Betsy never could endure someone caressing her clit for long. That morning was no different. The man kept her body pinned against the wall, but now her feet were apart. He used his thigh to hold her legs spread wide and his fingers easily caressed her bud. Every time he twirled it around and then pinched it hard between his strong fingers, Betsy cried out displaying her immense pleasure. The man took her over the crest of ecstasy and all she could do was keep her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Lust ravaged her body and Betsy felt her belly going into severe convulsions, as his fingers performed magic on her throbbing pussy.
From the other room, Doris heard the obvious sounds of animal lust. She smiled knowing her dearest friend was doing it for her. Doris left the laptop and all the papers exactly as she found them, knowing her boyfriend would never know. She had all the inside information now and it would allow her to buy the stocks that would enable her to reap a nice profit for her investors. The last smile on her face was the culmination of love for Betsy and satisfaction of pulling off a shrewd business deal.
Doris had needed Betsy to keep her boyfriend occupied for 30 minutes, so the 45 they were in the shower was more than sufficient. She was very skilled with computers and it only took her minutes to check out what her boyfriend was doing before he was whisked away by Betsy. She investigated the, 'My Documents,' folder on his computer and two of the recent docs contained almost everything she needed. Then she checked the Internet history until she had all the information for a slightly illegal investment. Because she would be a very small investor, nothing would be thought of her buying stocks just before a big business, merger announcement.
Betsy was the first one out of the bathroom. She immediately got a knowing wink from Doris and knew her friend had what she needed. Doris didn't say anything about her devious scheme during the remainder of the trip, but she did explain everything to Betsy when they got home. Apparently her boyfriend was arranging a huge merger and Doris wanted the inside information. She planned buying the stock before word got out and trading was halted on the merged companies. Of course Doris would stand to make some money, but the most benefit would come to her special clients.
***
About three weeks after visiting wine country, Doris finally confronted her boyfriend with the fact he was not going to leave his wife. She acted mad and put on a show that any actress would be proud of. He was afraid to say much, as Doris appeared overly angry and upset with his deception, and the affair ended.
One other major thing happened during that year. Doris was now handling all of Betsy's investments and the financial rewards were plentiful. It meant Betsy had a sizable bank balance and Doris suggested it was time for a smart real estate investment. There was no way Doris was pushing her out of her home, but she simply suggested it was time for Betsy to buy a house of her own.
The two sat in Doris' kitchen one evening, sipping wine for hours. They discussed the future and how it seemed like time for both of them to get serious about finding a husband. At one point, they both agreed that Doris had been a very bad girl during the trip to wine country, but the result was extremely rewarding to both of them. They laughed their heads off at how Betsy got her ass fucked in an effort to grant Doris enough time on her boyfriend's laptop.
Doris readily confessed that her relationship with her boyfriend might be considered deceitful. Although she enjoyed the sex with the man, she dated him primarily to get inside information on his business dealings. The wine made everything seem trivial in their lives up to that point and they both vowed to remain dearest friends forever.
It didn't take long for Betsy to find the perfect house. It was across town from Doris', but she still had visiting rights with Bingo. On several occasions when Doris was out of town, Bingo stayed with her, which seemed very logical at the time. GE was a constant visitor and during one particular weekend, Betsy seriously wondered if she would enjoy watching GE and Bingo together. She relented at the last minute, but the thought was always there.
Life was good! Betsy thought back to when she was in her early thirties. She had Doris, Bingo, GE and a few toys. She now lived in a nice house, which was fully paid for, and she didn't have a worry in the world. A big smile crossed her face with the thought, 'who needs a man?' But then she realized that time was getting close, closer to when Mr. Right entered her life.
To be continued...
I will continue Betsy's weekend in the next chapter. I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future. I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.
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