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Subject: {ASSM} "Fun Fun Fun"
Date: Wed,  6 Feb 2002 12:10:13 -0500
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Title: Fun Fun Fun

by Honey Moon

Subject key: Teens, first time sex, 1950's pop
culture, loosely based on song of same title, by the
Beach Boys



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******************WARNING************************
This story contains detailed descriptions of sexual 
acts! If you do not like this then delete the file! 
If you are under the age of consent where you live, 
or it is against any law or statute where you reside,
to read or obtain such materiel, then delete the file 
and do not read any further! All characters and places 
in my stories are completely fictional and any 
resemblance to anyone or anything living or dead,
is completely accidental and coincidental.
******************WARNING************************



Fun, Fun, Fun
by Honey Moon




Betty Sue Bradford quietly closed and locked her door. She had a secret she 
couldn't let anyone discover. Her brother, Brad, had just gone off to state U. 
leaving her free to move into his bedroom.

While cleaning, she had discovered a loose floorboard in the closet. On further 
investigation, she managed to pull it up. There was quiet a large gap 
underneath. Way in the back, apparently missed by Brad in his move, was a 
magazine like none she had ever seen!

She couldn't read the words, it was in Swedish, she thought, but that didn't 
seem to matter. She had flipped through it, and was shocked to see page after 
page of naked people, doing things she never dreamed of!

At first, she was shocked, and disgusted. She stuffed the filthy thing back into 
its hiding place, planning on confronting Brad during spring break. Later that 
night, she couldn't sleep. Creeping slowly across the floor, hoping not to wake 
mamma, and papa, she retrieved the nasty book, and sat on her bed, flipping 
through it. Looking at the pictures made her feel funny, deep inside. Not bad, 
just sort of fluttery, and breathless. Betty shifted her legs, and was shocked 
to realize how wet her panties had become. She stuffed the book under her 
mattress, and tried to go back to sleep. It seemed to take forever.

Betty had to giggle as she slipped out of her poodle skirt, and her favorite 
pink sweater. She'd made a lot of progress in the last couple of weeks. Oh 
shoot! She almost forgot! Ducking low, she closed her curtains. It wouldn't do 
to have the neighbors see what she was about to do! With a sigh, she unclasped 
her bra, and slid the straps off her shoulders.

Betty took a deep breath, feeling naughty in her freedom. She wished she could 
go out like this, but everyone knew, only tramps didn't wear bras! She finally 
eased out of her panties. They were wet already! She needed it bad today! Taking 
her magazine from its new hiding place behind her collection of phonograph 
records, and placing a towel on her bed, she lay down, and began to look through 
the glossy black and white pages.

It didn't take long for that breathless fluttery feeling to start. Betty placed 
the book on her pillow, and rolled on her side. Her left hand, from time to 
time, would turn the pages, while her right hand slowly slid down the warm 
smooth flesh of her tummy, and found its way to her damp vagina. The little 
button of her clitoris was really getting hard today! She gave it a little flick 
with her finger, and her whole body shuddered! Betty turned another page, her 
breath growing more ragged. She was getting to the best part of the book now!

Betty slid her fingers along her dampening lips. Her thumb, on its own, had 
begun to made little circles around the growing hardness of her button. The 
woman in the book was kneeling before the handsome dark haired man. The naked 
dark haired man! His penis was so big, Betty couldn't imagine how something like 
that could fit inside her little opening. Momma had told her all about such 
things, but Betty had never seen a penis before! With a trembling hand, the 
young woman turned another page. This was it! The woman was leaning forward, 
licking the bulbous end of the penis. From the look on the man's face, it must 
have felt heavenly!

Betty's fingers were flying now, as she slowly turned one more page. She gasped, 
as that wonderful, wicked feeling once more filled her. She stared at the 
picture, as her fingers wildly rubbed her throbbing button! The woman had his 
penis in her mouth. Not just the end, but most of it! Her cheeks were caved in, 
showing that she was sucking hard too! Betty could barely control the shaking of 
her hand, as she turned the page, one final time. This was her favorite picture! 
In a close up, you could see the woman had released the penis from her mouth. A 
thick, syrupy liquid was squirting out of it, all over the woman's face! Ropes 
of it were actually in her hair!

Betty cried out, and her body trembled. Moaning softly, Betty rode out the 
spasms, as she seemed to fly to some higher level of being. All to soon, it was 
over, and the young woman tried to bring her breathing back under control.

"That was a good one!" she whispered, as she sat up. She didn't know what to 
call this wonderful feeling, she just thought of it as exploding. The first time 
she 'exploded', it had scared her silly. The sudden ringing of her phone, 
startled her, its gangling bell shattering the quiet of her room. She picked up 
the heavy receiver. "Hello, Betty's room."

"Hi Bet, it's me, Peg." The girl on the line sounded happy, and a little out of 
breath. "Guess what?" Before Betty could answer, Peg rushed on. "I tried what 
you told me, and it worked!"

"You mean you exploded?"

"Like an Atom-Bomb! I just did it, not ten minutes ago!"

"That's great!" Betty was a little relieved to hear that! If other people could 
do it, that must mean she wasn't some kind of freak! "I just did too!"

"Um, Bet, that book of your brother's you showed me, could I borrow it some 
time?" Betty had to smile at the wistfulness in her friend's voice. She had 
worried for nothing, it would seem, if Peg wanted to see the book again!

"Sure! You best bring it back, Peggy Lee! It's the only one I have!"

The two said goodbye, after planning on meeting at the Ice cream parlor 
tomorrow, at noon. Betty hung up her phone, then picked it right up, and dialed 
a number from memory. She had to suppress a giggle, as the dial wound its way 
back to a stop. If only the guy she was calling knew she was sitting, naked on 
her bed! A voice finally spoke to her. "Hello, Marty's garage."

"Hi, is this Bobby? I hear you have a car that's really something! Do you think 
you can beat me in it?"

"Who is this?" the voice demanded.

"You probably know me as "The Pink Viper." Care to run against me?"

"Oh my god! Are you really The Pink Viper? I've been dying to see if all the 
talk is true! There's no girl on Earth, who can beat me!"

"It's really me, and we'll just see about that! Meet me at the Burger Shack, 
eight o'clock, and you'll see what a woman can do!" Betty slammed down the 
phone, with a resounding clang, and hurried to take a shower, before momma and 
papa got home.

Once again, wearing her favorite poodle skirt, with her cheerleading jacket 
hiding her very tight yellow sweater from parental view, Betty hurried down the 
stairs.

"Hi momma, papa! Can I please borrow the car tonight? I have to go to the 
library to work on my report."

Momma looked a little upset. "Can't it wait until tomorrow, honey? It's Friday 
night. Your father and I thought we could have a night out, and go bowling."

"I promised to drive Peg! Please papa?" Betty begged, smiling sweetly at her 
father.

He laughed, as he held up his hands, as if in defeat. "You win princess! Just be 
sure to drive safely, and be back by nine."

"Be careful, dear," her mother added. "Those horrible punks have been racing 
again!"

"Don't worry, momma! I'll be careful!" Betty giggled a little. "They'll never 
get close enough to me!"

Betty felt a little thrill, as she ran her fingers along the glossy black body 
of papa's brand new 1956 Thunderbird Roadster. Papa was one of Ford's head 
engineers, and he was proud of this model. Betty heard him bragging to friends 
about all the innovations that were added since last year. She didn't know much 
about engines, or transmissions, but she listened carefully, as papa described 
the non-standard work he had done to the car. How he increased the horsepower 
from 225 all the way to 280hp, and how he had an experimental 4-speed 
transmission installed, replacing the standard 3-speed ford-o-matic.

Betty didn't care about all that. All she cared about was that this car moved! 
She slipped behind the wheel, and started the engine. It instantly purred to 
life. Carefully backing out of the driveway, Betty slowly drove down the street, 
staying well within the speed limit. Two blocks away from her house, she made 
her move. With a skill that seemed to have been born in her, she popped the 
clutch, and was off! Her heart pounded in her breast, as she flew down the 
street! She felt so alive, like she was one with the car!

The ride seemed so short, and before she new it, she was at the Burger Shack. 
She parked, and slipped out of her jacket, tying her signature pink scarf around 
her neck. Betty felt eyes checking her out, as she sauntered into the diner. 
Long hours of cheerleading, and hula-hoop practice had really paid off. She knew 
the effect the sway of her hips had on guys, and she loved it! She spotted Peg, 
and joined her friend.

"I didn't know you would be here! Did you come to cheer me on?"

"Bet, you have to stop this!" Peg grabbed her friend's hands. "Talk of you 
racing Bobby is all over town! What if something happens, what if you get 
killed?"

Betty smiled. "Nothing could possibly happen! You know I can beat anything on 
wheels!"

"Is that so, little girl?"

Betty spun around, and eyed the handsome young man who approached. His hair was 
slicked back, and he wore just a white tee shirt, and very tight blue jeans. 
Betty's heart did a little flip. He was gorgeous! Like James Dean, only cuter!

"You must be Bobby. I have to tell you, I've never been beat yet!"

Bobby let his eyes rove over her body. "Let's make this a little interesting, 
sweetie. If you win, I'll give you my pink slip."

Betty interrupted. "I never race for pink slips!" Papa would kill her, if she 
ever did manage to lose the family car!

"Cool it, baby. If I win, you have to go out with me, tomorrow night!"

"It's a deal!" Betty reached out, to shake his hand, and almost gasped at the 
electric feel of his touch.

Peg looked at her friend, eyes wide. "Are you nuts! What if you lose? Did you 
see the way he was looking at you?"

Betty blushed, she sure did!

"It's not a problem! There's no way I can lose!"

The two competitors lined up, racing their engines. "Remember, you and me, 
tomorrow night, baby!" Bobby shouted over the roar of his souped-up hot rod.

"First thing I'm doing when I win is have those dopey flames painted out!" Betty 
called back, referring to the bright yellow flames, painted on the cowling of 
his engine. "Then I'll give that heap to my big brother for his birthday!"

"Drivers, get ready!" Peg yelled over the engines, and the nose of the growing 
crowd. She raised a scarf high, and let it drop. The racers were off!

Betty felt the blood pounding in her, as she took the lead. A lead she intended 
to keep! She flew down Main Street, keeping just ahead of Bobby, not giving him 
a chance to pass. Down shifting, she took the sharp turn, at the end of the 
decided course, and headed back to the Burger Shack. That's when it happened. 
With a sudden bang, the steering wheel jerked in her hands.

"No, Not now!"

She blew a tire, and barely managed to keep from crashing into the parked cars 
lining the street! Bobby flew by her, and with a squeal of brakes, spun his car 
dramatically through the finish line! He then took off, laying rubber in the 
parking lot. Betty hardly had time to wonder why, before she noticed the 
flashing red light in her rear view mirror.

"Betty Sue Bradford! I'm shocked! What did you think you were doing?" Papa 
yelled when officer Mitchell brought her home. "You could have been hurt, or 
killed!"

"I'm, I'm sorry, Papa!" Betty started "It was just this once..."

Officer Mitchell cleared his throat. "Excuse me miss, why don't you tell him 
about "The Pink Viper?""

Betty's heart turned to ice. "Um, what do you mean?"

"Sir, your daughter is known all over town as the Pink Viper. Punks come from 
miles around, just to try and beat her. I lucked out, and happened to finally 
see her with my own eyes just last night. Tonight was the first time I managed 
to be on the actual scene of a race. Still, I don't think I would have caught 
her, if she didn't have a blowout. I didn't have the heart to run her in. I 
thought it would be better if you folks took care of this."

Momma put a gentle hand on her chin, and made Betty look her in the eyes. "Is 
this true?"

"Yes, momma," Betty answered quietly.

"Princess, I love you, but you have to follow the rules. I told you never to 
speed, and look what you do!" He looked at her sadly. "Give me your keys!"

"Papa, no!" she cried.

Betty valued her car keys more then any jewelry. Papa put out his hand. With 
tears flowing down her cheeks, she handed them over.

"You can have these back, in six months!"

Betty turned, and ran upstairs. She heard papa thanking the officer Mitchell for 
changing the tire, and bringing her home, before she closed her door. With a 
sob, she threw herself on her bed. No driving for six months? Her life was over! 
The jingle of the telephone woke her; she had actually cried herself to sleep.

"Hello," she said quietly, not really wanting to talk to anyone. "Who is this?"

"I'm hurt, you forgot me already, baby?" It was Bobby, his cheerfulness only 
made her feel worse. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight."

Betty clutched the phone tightly to her breast. "Oh my god, I lost!" she 
whispered. The humiliation of being escorted home by a police car had made this 
horrible fact slip her mind! "But that wasn't my fault! I was winning!"

"I never thought you would be the type to go back on a deal!" he said rather 
stiffly.

"Wait!" Betty thought fast. "I'm in real hot water right now. My parents took 
away my driving privileges. They probably won't let me go out tomorrow either!"

"You'll never know until you ask, will you?" he said hopefully. "I'll call back 
in ten minutes. I'm not such a bad guy, Betty. I'll show you a great time!"

Betty looked at her phone in disbelief, before finally hanging up. She went to 
the bathroom, and washed her tear stained face, hoping the cool water would ease 
the redness of her eyes.

She found her parents in the kitchen.

"Momma, papa, I'm really sorry about all this, and I'll understand if you say I 
can't go out tomorrow."

Papa looked over at momma, and she smiled, and gave a little nod. "Princess, 
what's done is done. I said you can't drive for six months, and I mean it." He 
smiled at her. "You can go with your friends all you want, but if I hear any 
more of this "Pink Viper" nonsense, you won't get your keys back until you're 
21! Understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand!" Betty hurried back upstairs. What was wrong with her? 
She didn't want to go with this guy! Why was her heart beating so fast? The 
phone rang, and she snatched it up.

"Well, baby. What's the story?"

"Ok, Bobby. I'll go with you just this once!"

"Cool. I'll see you at eight, gorgeous!"

Betty was very nervous the following night, waiting for Bobby to show. Finally, 
it was eight! Right on the button, she heard a horn blare from the street. "Bye 
momma, papa! See you at eleven!"

"Not a minute later, young lady!" Papa said with a smile. At least that was one 
thing she didn't have to worry about. Betty prided herself on never being late.

Betty hurried down the walk, and was surprised when Bobby ran around, and opened 
the door for her.

"Why thank you!"

"You look even better tonight, baby! Um, could I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"I hate to admit it, but I have no idea what your name really is!"

Betty started to giggle. Tonight looked like it was going to be a fun night 
after all.

"Betty, Betty Sue Bradford."

He shook her hand, and she felt that almost electric tingle again.

"Bobby Mackie, at your service, Betty Sue Bradford!" he put the car in gear, and 
headed down the street. "I hope you don't mind, Betty, but I left my money at 
home. I have to stop back there to get it, would you like to come up for a soda, 
or something?"

"That would be nice. We can't stay too long, I have to be home by eleven." Betty 
looked up, in surprise. They stopped at Marty's garage. "You live here?"

"Well, not down here, wait until you see it!"

They went upstairs, over the garage. "This is really nice!" Betty exclaimed, 
looking around the small, but neat as a pin apartment. "Is this yours?"

"Yep, all mine." He guided her to the beat up sofa. Why don't you sit down, and 
I'll get you a coke?"

Betty tried to slow her heart, as she waited for her drink. Bobby returned, and 
sat down, very close to her. She turned to thank him, and instead, found herself 
kissing him! She pushed back. "Wait, what are you doing?"

He put his arm around her, and pulled her back to him.

"You're so hot, Betty, I never saw a woman drive like that before!" He kissed 
her again.

After a brief struggle, Betty relaxed, and parted her lips, just a little. Her 
heart seemed to pound even harder, when she felt his tongue move against hers. 
Last month, when Joey tried to kiss her like that, she had slapped his face, and 
made him take her home. This time, with Bobby, it felt so right! She slid her 
tongue into his mouth, the taste clean and sweet.

When they finally parted, breathless, Betty felt confused. "What did you do that 
for?" she demanded. "I don't do stuff like that!"

Bobby smiled at her. "Would you like to try it again?"

Betty stared at him, and nodded her head, just a little bit. "Just for a little 
while!" she cautioned, before closing her eyes, and once more parting her lips. 
It was heavenly, at least until she felt a hand slip up under her sweater!

"Stop it!" she yelled, as fingers began fumbling with her bra. "Knock it off!" 
she weakly tried to push him away, but that fluttery feeling was starting deep 
inside, and part of her wanted him to continue!

"Come on, Betty! I'm not hurting you! Just calm down." He kissed her again, as 
he found what he sought, and her bra was suddenly unhooked! He kissed her once 
more, and time seemed to stand still. His busy fingers were slowly stroking her 
breasts, under the loose fabric of her bra. She only struggled a little, when he 
started to tug her sweater up, finally pulling it over her head.

"This isn't right!" she said weakly, as he slid the straps of her bra over her 
shoulders, and tossed the garment to the floor. Betty felt herself blush. No guy 
had ever seen her naked breasts before! She pushed at him harder, but Bobby was 
strong, and easily held his own.

When he bent, and took a firm nipple in his mouth, Betty thought she would melt! 
"Oh Bobby!" she moaned, as she held his head to her breast. She finally had to 
let go, and slapped at his hand, as he worked it up under her skirt. That didn't 
seem to have any effect. Bobby wormed his fingers up along her thigh, right 
under her panties. He was touching the damp warm flesh of her vagina! In the 
end, Betty's hips moved almost on their own, lifting her bottom, to let Bobby 
pull her panties roughly down. He pushed her to the cushions of the sofa, and 
moved over her. He started to fumble with his jeans, and Betty came to her 
senses.

"No!" she screamed. "I can't do that!"

"Betty, please!" he begged in a husky voice. His penis sprang free, and Betty 
gasped. It was bigger then the one in her picture book! "Look what you've done 
to me!"

"You can't stick it in me!" Betty looked in his eyes, and saw how hurt he was. 
"I, I know how to do something else, please, just let me do that instead!"

Bobby looked at her, clearly puzzled, as she slipped onto the floor, kneeling 
before him. "Oh my god!" he gasped, when she licked the head of his penis. "You, 
you know how to do that?"

Betty looked up at him, and giggled nervously "I haven't ever tried it yet, but 
I saw some pictures once. How hard could it be?" she giggled again, when she 
grasped his penis. Apparently, it could be very hard! She took the swollen red 
knob into her mouth, and sucked gently. Bobby leaned back, and moaned quietly.

Encouraged Betty let more of the shaft slip into her mouth. She felt so nasty 
and wicked. There she was, wearing nothing but her skirt, and saddle shoes, 
pretending she was that Swedish women in her magazine! Hopefully Bobby wouldn't 
notice that she had one hand up her skirt. Betty was awfully close to exploding 
right now, and was eagerly massaging herself, while pleasuring her date.

"Betty stop!" he groaned. "I, I can't hold back!"

Betty felt the shaft jerk on its own, and a thick blast of salty fluid filled 
her mouth. She pulled back, in shock, swallowing by reflex. Just like in the 
pictures, her face and hair were soon bathed in Bobby's seed!

"Oh wow! I'm a mess!" she said, gingerly touching the wetness in her hair.

Bobby looked at her, fire in his eyes. "That was wild, Betty" he looked down at 
himself in amazement. "I'm harder then ever now!" in an instant, he was on the 
floor with her, pushing her to her back!

"Don't, I can't!" she protested. "I'm not that kind of girl!" she realized how 
dumb that sounded, with his fluids all over her face, but she was saving herself 
for her wedding night!

"Betty, let me just stick it in, for a second! I, I never did that before!" he 
admitted in desperation.

Betty struggled, as he moved over her, but her struggling was mostly for show. 
She felt her resistance weakening, just as his penis, shiny with her saliva, and 
his fluids, touched swelling lips.

"Just for a second!" she finally gasped, even as the slick flesh of his member 
slipped into her tightness. "Uh, uh, you can break me, but don't you dare squirt 
in me!"

Betty felt a little stab of pain, but it was over so fast! Momma told her that 
the first time would hurt, but that was nothing! Maybe it was because he was so 
slippery. So slippery with their combined fluids. Combined? "Oh no! Bobby, take 
it out!" she wailed, as his semen-coated penis was pushed deeper into her.

"I can't!" he grunted, as he began to thrust into her. "Oh Betty, it feels so 
good! I can't stop now!"

Betty squirmed beneath him, trying to get away, but it felt so good for her too!

"Please no." she whispered, "Pull it out, you're pushing sperm into me!" He 
thrust even faster into her, and Betty saw the lust in his eyes. "Bobby stop! 
Don't squirt in me!"

Betty couldn't help herself. She was thrusting her hips up at him, even as she 
begged him to stop, matching her lover, movement for movement. Finally, her fear 
slipped away, and she lost herself to her feelings. When she finally exploded, 
it made all her times alone, seem like wet firecrackers by comparison! Bobby 
thrust once more, as far into her as he could, and stiffened against her. She 
knew he was pumping his sperm deep into her womb, but for that timeless moment, 
she didn't care! When she finally came back to herself, she looked down and 
started to cry. "What have I done? I can't get pregnant! Bobby, what will we 
do?"

Bobby went from looking smug and happy, to sick and worried, in an instant. "Oh 
Betty, I'm so sorry! Maybe, yeah, it was your first time; you can't get pregnant 
the first time, can you? Isn't that what they say?"

"They, they? I don't care what they say! I'm the one who's gonna have a baby!" 
In an effort she knew was hopeless, Betty pushed him aside, got to her feet, and 
frantically started to jump up and down. "Oh god! I have to get as much out as I 
can!"

To his credit, Bobby managed to keep his hands off her. It was getting him hard, 
all over again, watching Betty desperately trying to scoop his seed out with her 
fingers! The shaken girl finally calmed herself, and ran to the bathroom to 
clean the mess from her face and hair. She felt much better when she put her 
clothes back on.

"Well Bobby," she said trying to be brave. "I won't lie, I'm a little scared 
right now!" Betty surprised him, by kissing him once more. "It was wonderful 
though! Um, I even kinda liked the taste!"

Bobby grinned at her. "Can I see you again, Betty?" She smiled shyly and nodded. 
"Yes, that would be great, but don't expect to do this every time now!"

Betty giggled at his crestfallen look.

"I, I could do that thing with my mouth again, that's safe enough, I'm sure!"

The next couple of weeks were wonderful for Betty. She and Bobby saw each other 
whenever they could. Betty loved 'doing that thing with her mouth' and was 
getting quite good at it. She no longer tended to scrape him with her teeth. In 
the back seat of his hotrod, she made another discovery. Things were much 
simpler if she swallowed when he squirted. That way, she didn't have to worry 
about any tell tale stains! One night Bobby surprised her. They were parked, out 
at Spooners point fooling around, when Bobby pulled something out of his leather 
jacket.

"Betty, I got these." He held up a package of condoms. "Could I, I mean, can we 
do it again?"

"We don't have time, Bobby!" Betty cautioned, as she struggled back into her 
sweater. "Your place is too far away. I have to be home by eleven!"

Bobby pulled her back against his body. "We could do it right here. Please 
Betty, I can't stop thinking about doing it with you!"

His hands had moved under her skirt, tugging her panties free. "Bobby, not 
here!" she struggled in his arms, a struggle she didn't really want to win. 
"What if someone sees us?"

"Betty look!" he pointed to two other cars parked nearby, both were rocking 
rather energetically on their springs. "I don't think those guys care what we 
are doing!"

"But there isn't enough room! I'll do it tomorrow, I promise!" Betty tried to 
grab her panties, but he was too strong. Bobby struggled under her, holding her 
with one arm, while pulling his opened jeans completely down, with the other.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Betty Sue," he panted, "What rule says we have to be laying down? You can sit 
on my lap, and move up and down! Please?"

Betty finally gave in. "Hurry up, I can't be late!" she watched eagerly, by the 
dashboard lights, as he rolled on the condom. She couldn't help giggling. "He's 
all dressed up!" Betty lifted up on her knees, and settled over his hardness. It 
looked kind of funny. If someone just glanced at them, her skirt hid everything 
from view! She kissed him, as he slipped into her body. Betty decided she really 
liked this way. It was cramped, and she still worried someone would spot them, 
but she could control the pace!

"Oh Bobby, she moaned, as she tossed her head from side to side, ponytail 
flying. "It's so good! I'm, I'm gonna explode soon!" she cried out, as his 
strong hands grabbed her hips, and slammed her down one final time. The 
satisfied girl trembled as Bobby went rigid beneath her. Betty had the presence 
of mind to hold his penis, as she moved off of him. She didn't want any more of 
his sperm leaking into her. She still couldn't stop worrying about their first 
time!

Bobby at first looked shocked, but watched with glowing eyes, as she took the 
used condom, and emptied it onto her tongue. She knew it was sick, but she had 
grown used to the taste, and loved how Bobby looked every time he knew his sperm 
was easing its way down her throat. They did have a minor problem though, that 
night.

"Bobby, where did they go?" the frantic girl asked. She was almost late, after 
all. It took nearly twenty minutes, to find her panties. Somehow, they had 
become wedged deep between the seat cushions!

Things were going great between Betty and Bobby, but as the days passed, the 
young woman's fear grew stronger. Finally, it happened. She passed a certain day 
on her calendar, and nothing happened! She waited a few more days, just to be 
sure, but still nothing! Betty sat on her bed, staring at the pages of the 
calendar.

"I'm never late." She whispered to herself. "It must be true!" she picked up her 
pillow, and hugged it. Some impulse made her stuff it under her blouse, and look 
in the mirror. Her mother found her that way, just standing there, sobbing.

"Dear god, not that!" Momma exclaimed.

Betty yanked the pillow out, and crying openly, hugged her mother. "Oh momma, 
please don't hate me! I made a terrible mistake!"

"Hush now, honey. I could never hate you!" momma sat on the bed with her 
daughter.

"Momma, I'm pregnant!" the troubled girl buried her face in her hands. "Don't 
send me away!"

Momma grabbed her hands, and squeezed them tight. "Listen to me! I don't hate 
you, Betty. I may be a little mad right now, but I love you with all my heart. 
What ever happens I'll always love you!"

"What will papa do?" Betty's eyes grew large. "He'll kill Bobby!"

"You let me worry about your father!" momma said sharply. "Nobody's killing 
anybody! How late was your period, honey?"

"Four days!"

That's all? Sometimes a young woman's cycle can change. You may not be pregnant. 
You just let me worry about this, ok? If nothing happens by Saturday, I'll take 
you to the doctor for a checkup. Don't say anything to your father about this 
until we're sure."

Betty hugged her mother tight. She felt like a great weight was lifted from her 
shoulders. Later that night, Betty decided to tell Bobby all about it. First 
though, she made sure he was in a good mood, by licking and sucking his penis, 
until he filled her mouth with his sperm. "Bobby, we have to talk," she said, as 
soon as she swallowed his seed.

"Ok," he said shyly. "First I wanted to try something." Betty was scared at 
first, as he lifted her back to the seat from her spot on the floor. To her 
utter delight, Bobby took her place, spread her legs, and kissed her vagina. He 
was a little unsure at first, but with some gentle urging from her part, he soon 
had her exploding like crazy, one explosion right after another!

"Oh Bobby, that was wonderful, but we need to talk now!" she panted, when he 
came up for air. Betty tried to break the news gently. "I feel a little like a 
busted typewriter just now." Bobby looked at her puzzled. "I skipped a period!"

Bobby started to laugh, until he realized just what she meant. "Are you sure?" 
he asked woodenly.

"Of course I'm sure. I've been worried sick for days now. I keep counting the 
days, over and over, but I'm late!"

Bobby got up, and pulled up his jeans. He slicked back his hair, and put on his 
leather jacket. "Um, Betty, I have something I need to do. I better take you 
home now!"

"Bobby?" she whispered on the quiet drive home. "Will I see you again?"

"Yeah, sure baby," he muttered, as he pulled up to the drive.

Betty had an awful sinking feeling in her heart, as he drove away. "Goodbye, 
Bobby," she said quietly, as the tears started to flow. Thank goodness papa was 
still out bowling. Betty ran into the house, and grabbed her startled mother. 
"Momma! Bobby left me! How could he do that?"

Momma kissed her. "I'm so sorry honey. If he left, he's just no good!"

"Oh god, momma, I ruined my life!" the young woman sobbed, as she held on to her 
mother.

"You hush now!" Momma led Betty to her bedroom. "You get some sleep. I promise 
you, things will look much better in the morning!"

Betty cried herself to sleep that night, just like every night for the last few 
days. In the morning, things did look much better. She grinned sheepishly at her 
mother, as she bundled her sheets into the washing machine. "I guess I was 
worried all for nothing, but I was never late before!"

"Oh honey, I'm so happy for you!" Momma grabbed her, and spun her around the 
laundry room. "Didn't I tell you things would work out?"

Yes, things worked out, but Betty wasn't as happy as she should have been. Bobby 
didn't call her all week! Working up her courage, she called him at work. 
"Hello, can I please speak to Bobby Mackie?"

The gruff voice at the other end sounded cross. "Why would you want to speak to 
that bum?"

"What?"

"That creep, with no notice, quit on me! He moved out of the apartment I rented 
him, and I haven't heard from him since! I'd stay away from him, if I were you, 
Missy! He's bad news!"

Betty thanked him, and hung up the phone. So it was true! Bobby skipped town! 
She thought he loved her. How could he be so cowardly? The rest of the week, she 
hardly talked to anyone. That Friday night, she was helping momma cook dinner, 
not that she felt like eating any, when the doorbell rang. Papa answered. "Can I 
help you son?"

Betty almost dropped the mashed potatoes, when she heard a familiar voice! "Sir, 
my name is Robert Mackie. You don't know me, but I've been seeing your 
daughter." Betty could hear the fear in his voice. "I just had to come to you 
sir, and admit that I'm the one who got her in trouble!"

"Bobby, no!" Betty gasped. The young woman froze, but momma moved fast, almost 
running to the living room!

"Young man," she butted in before papa could speak. "That's all water under the 
bridge."

Betty moved as if in a nightmare. She joined them all in the living room, and 
was shocked at what she saw. Bobby stood in the doorway, facing papa. She hardly 
recognized him now! His hair was cut in a respectable crew cut, and instead of a 
leather jacket, tee shirt and jeans, he wore a sport shirt, and slacks. It 
dawned on Betty that she was finally seeing the real Bobby, and frankly, she 
like this one even better!

Momma continued trying to salvage the situation. "Betty has learned her lesson, 
and no harm was done, right dear?" Betty could only nod her head, a silly, 
hopeful smile on her lips.

"But Ma'am I'm the one who..."

"We know all about it!" luckily papa was facing Bobby, and didn't see momma move 
her fingers across her mouth, in the universal sign for "Zip it!" Betty told me 
you were the one who got her to go too fast, and too far, but like I said, NO 
HARM WAS DONE!"

Bobby looked like he was going to pass out, when he finally got the message. 
Papa put a hand on his shoulder, and the young man almost jumped out of his 
loafers! "Son, I like a man who faces his responsibilities, but Betty knew I 
told her not to speed! You can't take the blame for that!" Papa smiled at him, 
and led him into the house. "Did she ask you to try and get me to give back her 
car keys?"

"No sir! I came on my own. I just thought I should meet with you."

"Robert, why don't you stay for dinner? Mr. Bradford is bowling afterwards, 
perhaps you can stay and play scrabble with Betty and me"

Bobby smiled, looking so relieved. "I'd like that, Ma'am!"

Betty was so happy, and suddenly very hungry. Food hadn't tasted this good in 
days! Bobby kept smiling shyly at her all through dinner. She couldn't get over 
how cute he looked in a crew cut!

Papa stood up, and started for the door.

"Look at the time! I can't be late tonight!" Betty grinned when Papa left, then 
hurried back in the house, and kissed momma. He never went anywhere without a 
goodbye kiss! "You kids be good now!" he called, causing Bobby to sit bolt 
upright in his chair.

Bobby helped momma clear the table, and when they were finished, the three of 
them sat in the living room. "Now, Robert, we have to have a little talk. Why 
did you come here after running out on my daughter? Was it just because you 
thought she'd let you have your way with her again?"

"Ma'am, I didn't run out! I love Betty!" he paused, a stunned look on his face, 
which rapidly turned into a look of pure delight. "I love Betty, I want to marry 
her!

Betty wanted to jump for joy. It felt like her heart would burst, she was so 
happy! Bobby seemed to grow just a little taller, as he continued. "My parents 
have been after me since graduation, to make something of myself, so I moved 
out, just to show them I could make it on my own." He looked at Betty, and 
blushed. "A mechanic isn't good enough to marry your daughter. I quit my job, 
sold my hotrod, and told my father he was right. He's going to lend me the money 
to go to college and they let me move back with them, to save money." He moved 
closer to Betty, and took her hand. "I'm going to State U, in the fall, so we'll 
be able to see each other every day!"

Mrs. Bradford cleared her throat. The two youngsters seemed to have forgotten 
she was there, as they gazed into each other's eyes. "That's wonderful, Robert, 
but now we have some rules to go over."

"Rules, momma?" Betty asked confused. "Oh, you mean about THAT! I swear we'll 
never do that again, until we're married!" Bobby didn't look happy about that, 
but he was quick to nod his head in agreement.

"Now honey, don't make promises you can't keep. Did you like what you two where 
doing?"

Betty blushed. "Um, yes momma. It's wonderful!"

"I don't think I have to ask Robert." The young man was blushing himself now. He 
looked rather uncomfortable, trying to hide how tight his slacks were becoming. 
"Rule one. Bobby, do you know what a condom is?" Bobby turned even redder, as he 
nodded his head. "Good! From now on, you must always use one. I mean always, 
without fail, do you understand?"

"Yes." Bobby's voice kind of came out like a squeak. "Yes Ma'am!" he stuttered. 
"I, uh, I bought some. I won't forget to use them!"

Betty was trying not to giggle, Bobby looked so flustered! "Rule number two is 
for you, Betty Sue! So you can stop snickering at Robert." Momma said, turning 
to her daughter. "Do you know what a diaphragm is?"

"Uh, no Momma, I don't."

"Do you, Robert?"

"Sorry Ma'am, I don't either."

"I'll be right back!" Momma hurried up stairs, leaving the two lovers looking at 
each other, in utter confusion. Nether of them could believe they were having 
this conversation! Momma returned shortly, and showed them a small, thin rubber 
bowl shaped device, about three inches across.

"Betty, this is a diaphragm." Momma flexed the soft material." This is the 
reason you don't have a little brother or sister. You wear it, with a special 
cream, inside you. It covers your cervix, and it keeps the sperm out, so you 
don't become fertilized. Tomorrow, I'm making an appointment for you with my 
doctor, to have you fitted for one." Momma looked at her sharply. "You will 
never have intercourse without it, understand me?"

"Yes momma." Betty whispered, blushing.

"Good. This brings us to rule number three. Robert, it's bad enough Betty has a 
reputation as a speed demon, I don't want her saddled with something worse."

"Mrs. Bradford, I swear, I never told anyone! Honest!" Bobby cried, jumping to 
his feet.

"I know, Robert." she smiled kindly at him. "Let me finish. I was going to say, 
I don't want you doing anything in your car, where someone can see you. Betty's 
father goes bowling, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Rule number three is, you 
must only make love on those days, in this house. That way I'll also know you 
will be following rules one and two. Do you two think you can follow these 
rules?"

The two young lovers nodded, holding hands. Betty looked concerned. "Momma, if, 
I mean, what if someone were to put a penis, um, in her mouth. Does it have to 
be with a condom on?"

"Oh honey, that's ok. The condom is just to keep sperm out of your womb." She 
looked at the two eager young lovers. "I'll tell you what. Just this once, and I 
mean just for tonight, Betty Sue Bradford! You two may skip rule number two. 
Betty just had her period the other day, so she should be safe tonight. Robert, 
don't forget rule number one though, I mean always! Surprises have been known to 
happen!" Momma took out her needlepoint, and started to work. "Now you two go 
upstairs now, and have a nice time."

Betty jumped up, and dragged a grinning Bobby to the stairs. The two ran to 
Betty's bedroom. "Oh Bobby, I thought you left me!" she sighed, as she hugged 
him tight, smiling contentedly, when she felt his hardness pressing against her.

"I'll never leave you, ever again!" his hands wandered over her body. This time, 
there were no protests, when he began to unbutton her blouse. "Oh god, I can't 
believe how beautiful you are!" he gasped, as she helped him remove her 
clothing. In moments, she was standing nude before him, blushing, but proud, as 
his eyes seemed to drink in the sight.

"It's my turn now," she said sweetly, as she gracefully sank to her knees. Bobby 
groaned, as she fumbled with his belt. "I know it must seem nasty, but I've 
wanted to do this again, for days and days!" she whispered, as his slacks 
dropped to the floor. His penis sprang free, and with no hesitation, Betty 
accepted him into her mouth. Bobby ran gentle fingers through her hair. He 
untied the pink bow, holding her ponytail, and let her lovely long hair cascade 
over her shoulders.

"I love you, Betty Sue!" he gasped, as she took him deeper still into her mouth. 
Her eyes were looking up at him, filled with love, as she sucked harder. Her 
tongue wiggled and swirled over his hardness, and that was it! He grunted, as he 
filled her mouth.

"He's still all hard!" Betty giggled, as Bobby helped her to her feet. "Please 
tell me you brought the condoms with you!" Betty was past being coy. She needed 
him inside her, right now!

He pulled them out of his pocket, and grinned. "I still have two left!"

Betty unbuttoned his shirt, and helped him out of it. She ran her fingers over 
his strong chest, then took his hand, and led him to the bed. "Sit down, and let 
me do this!" with trembling fingers, she rolled the condom unto his hardness, 
then, pushing her Teddy Bear collection to the side, lay invitingly next to him.

"Oh Bobby, this is so much nicer!" she whispered, as he moved over her. He 
entered her, and she held him tightly, as they became one. With no cloud of fear 
over her, Betty was immediately lost to the wonderful feelings Bobby was giving 
her. When she exploded, she could feel him going with her. For that beautiful 
moment, time stood still. Betty could almost see the future, and couldn't wait 
for their wedding night, when it would be just his flesh, in hers, with nature 
left to do what it would with them. Betty was glad when Bobby rolled on the 
second condom. He eagerly took her again, driving her once more; to that 
wonderful, special place they now shared.

Later, papa came upstairs to kiss her goodnight. "Princess, I know I shouldn't 
say this, but I'm glad you stopped seeing that leather clad long haired punk! 
That hot rod of his just isn't safe! I never liked the way he would wait outside 
for you, either! This Robert is a good kid. You stick with him, he's going to go 
far!"

Betty started to say they were the same guy, but stopped short. "Don't worry, 
papa! I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other, from now on!"

He grinned at her. "Good girl! I saw him riding his bicycle home, when I pulled 
up." Papa fumbled in his pocket. "Am I going to hear any more nonsense about 
"Pink Vipers"?"

"No Sir, papa! I really learned my lesson!"

"I'm trusting you now, Princess." He handed a shining set of car keys to his 
daughter. "You two may want to go catch a movie, or something."

"Papa, thank you!" she cried, hugging his neck. "Don't worry, I'll never race 
again!" It was true too. She and Bobby had a lot of things to do now. Things 
much more exciting then just racing cars!



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