AUTHOR'S NOTE: After I posted "Buffy Goes to Camp" I got an email from
Homer Vargas full of nasty ideas for Buffy's further adventures.

   For those of you who don't remember, Buffy's story started in "Buffy
Goes To Camp." It was a different sort of story than I usually write, and
this one is even more different.  But, it just too good a tale to leave in
the can.

   Homer read a draft of the story and still more of my characters wound up
with tight pants.  Isn't that amazing?

   Probably not ...  huh?

   Anyway, thanks for Reading

   Bob

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   Chapter One

   Buffy tensed and started using her pussy muscles to squeeze and milk the
prick that was currently buried in her pussy when she felt it swell and
begin delivering the sweet, thick liquid she so craved.  Professor Sorenson
always came so hard and long when he dumped his load in her slot.

   He started talking.  "Then Stuart penetrated DEEP into enemy territory
[grunt grunt].  He POUNDED the defenders relentlessly [pant pant] and
PRESSED his attack, RAVAGING the defenses.  At last his cavalry POURED
through the defenseless lines [grunt, pant] and he SEEDED destruction!  He
PILLAGED the supplies, TAKING what he wanted until HE WAS SATISFIED!"

   He gasped for air as his prick dribbled the last of his current supply
of sperm into the young woman under him.  Sorensen knew the young woman
writhing in ecstasy as he spewed his baby batter in her was not on the
Pill. He had never quite understood her convoluted reasoning for letting
him take her bareback, and honestly, he didn't care.  She had said
something about how it made it 'more' exciting.  He asked himself how
fucking this hot little blonde could be anything but exciting, but the idea
of making her tummy swell with his baby, a condition his wife seemed to be
trying to avoid, sent him into a frenzy.  That she seemed to be turned on
by the risk was icing on the cake.

   As usual when he approached his orgasm he had begun gasping about some
aspect of American History, which he taught at Collins College.  This time
it was about how Jeb Stuart had swept down on the Union supply wagons
outside Washington D.C.  and captured it, withholding it's bounty from the
Yankee soldiers at Gettysburg.  As he described the attack, with each
emphasized word, he thrust into her, delivering cannon shot from his iron
hard boner, in his attempt to defeat Buffy's defenses and plant a baby in
her belly.

   Buffy tuned his chatter out and centered herself on the warm fluid that
was bathing her pussy.  She knew she was addicted to cum - would happily
agree she was a cumslut - but she tempered her craving for the slippery
fluid by trying to make sure that when she got a cuntful, she was at least
within a four or five day span of when her period was supposed to come. 
She loved her four year old daughter more than anything else and wanted to
have a big family, but not before she finished college and not with Carlton
College's Professor of American History.  She purely did, however, enjoy
his efforts.

   Still, she hated taking precautions.  The way she saw it, if she liked a
man enough to let him fuck her, then she shouldn't complain if he knocked
her up.  And, it was so much more fun if, when she decided to let a man
fuck her, he knew she was totally unprotected.  That made most men much
more passionate and hotter lovers.

   So, in the interests of finishing school, she had made several rules for
herself.  One was that she'd try really hard to use the rhythm method to
enjoy any naked cocks she wanted in her.  Her period was so regular that,
had they known it, the Naval Observatory could time the phases of the moon
by her.  So, when she knew it was too dangerous to let a cock spurt way up
inside her, she simply put it down her throat.  At other times, when she
felt reasonably sure she could chance getting a pussy full of spunk, she
just neglected to tell her lover that it was a safe time of the month for
her.  Or at least safer than other times.  Right now only one man was
allowed to cum in her when she was ripe, and that was Uncle Bob.

   Whenever she had a nice hard prick in her Buffy couldn't help but
compare it to Uncle Bob's.  He wasn't actually HER uncle.  He was Megan's
uncle.  But, after counselor Bob had knocked her up at Acting Camp, her
mother had thrown her out of the house, calling her a slut and a whore.

   That had hurt her feelings.

   As she always did, though, when she remembered that part of her life,
she also remembered her Daddy's goodbye.

   It had been the night after they had taken her to the doctor, and it had
been confirmed she was pregnant.  There had been a big fight when she
refused to tell her parents who had gotten his prick in her and done this.
Her mother, a frosty look on her face, had told Buffy that, the next day,
she'd have to find somewhere else to live, because no sluts were going to
live under HER roof.

   Then, that night, as Buffy lay in bed, wondering what would become of
her, her door had opened and her daddy had come in.  He held her as she
cried, stroking her hair.

   "I can't believe my baby's a woman now." he said softly.

   "I'm sorry Daddy, it just sort of happened the first time, and then it
felt so good I had to let him do it again.  I'm not really a slut daddy!"
she had sobbed.

   "Yes you are darling" he corrected her.  "Any fifteen year old girl who
lets a man rut between her legs over and over is a slut.  That's the
definition of a slut Buffy, a woman who fucks because she enjoys it.  Your
mother is no slut." He was still stroking her hair.  "But even little sluts
need love" he went on.  "Come on, quit crying, we'll figure something out
tomorrow."

   "Thank you Daddy" cried Buffy and she hugged him even closer.  As they
parted the covers slid down off her perfect teen breasts.  She had gotten
used to sleeping nude at Acting Camp and couldn't bear to wear anything to
bed now.  Her daddy's eyes glistened in the half light as he eyed her perky
pink nipples.

   "This boy" husked her daddy "The one who did this to you" he stroked her
still flat belly, below her naked breasts, pushing the covers down further
and exposing her tuft of blond pussy hair.  "Did he suck your little
nipples.?"

   Buffy heard something in his voice she had heard in Counselor Bob's
voice, and she suddenly realized that her daddy wasn't thinking about her
like her daddy should.

   "Lots" she whispered.  "He sucked ...  other places too." she went on,
goading her father to see what he would do.

   "Lots" he whispered back.  Then he bent over and sucked her exposed
nipple himself.

   "Ohhhh Daddy" sighed Buffy.  "You're a bad daddy."

   "No I'm not." he corrected.  "Daddies get to do this to little sluts."
His hand, which had been on her belly, slid down into her crotch and she
instinctively spread her knees apart.  She hadn't had any cock in the two
months since she came back from Acting Camp.  "And they get to do this too"
he said as he slid a big finger into her pussy, going deep.

   Buffy moaned as her horny pussy clamped down on her daddy's thick
finger. "And ...  what else ...  do they do ...?" she panted.

   "Daddy needs to just how wet his little girl is," Daddy whispered and
his lips left her titties and drifted down, closer and closer to her teen
pussy, pushing the covers off of her little by little.

   It had been a long time since anybody had done that to Buffy too, and
her legs widened to give him plenty of room.  She reached for an orgasm as
he licked and sucked her young pussy lips, and felt her pussy weep all over
his face as she came.

   Her Daddy had then leaned back, examining her sprawled and naked body,
open for the taking.  He had crawled up between her legs, working his
pajama bottoms down off his hips and exposing his very manly boner.  No
words were needed as he slotted his rampant prick to her pussy's mouth and
began easing it in.  He assumed some teenage boy, not a man, had
impregnated his daughter, so he went slowly.  He wanted his daughter to
spread for him again, so he wanted her to enjoy this.

   As he luxuriated in her clasping wet pussy, Ralph thought of the ice
cold biddy in his matrimonial bed and wondered why his daughter was so hot
to trot.  Must be his genes.  He grunted and began to finish the thing he'd
dreamed about for several years.  Too bad she was already pregnant.  He'd
have liked to knock her up himself.

   Buffy let go of her feelings and just enjoyed being thoroughly fucked.
She knew her father was a dirty old man, but she didn't care as his prick
prodded her in places that hadn't been touched for two months and really
NEEDED prodding.  And when he grunted and started spewing her full of daddy
cum she welcomed her own orgasm as it washed over her.  Too bad mom was
kicking her out.  She could get used to this.

   But her mother did kick her out, packing one suitcase with clothes and
putting it on the front porch.  She also changed the locks in the house, so
that when Buffy came home from school she couldn't get in her own house. 
She knocked and pleaded, but the only thing that happened was that the door
opened a crack and a hand was shoved through, holding a fist full of paper
money.

   "Bus fare" barked her mother.  "To get you to the father of your bastard
child!"

   So Buffy had gone to the library, where she got on line and emailed her
best friend, Megan.  Then she'd gone to the Salvation Army.  She told them
she was hitchhiking to her Grandmother's house, in Colorado.  When the
woman at the counter said she could get Buffy a room for one night at the
YMCA Buffy took it.  The next morning, when she returned to the library
there was an email from Megan.  She too had been ostracized by her family.
The good news was that she had been sent to live with her Uncle Bob until
the baby was born.  Her family insisted that the baby had to be adopted
out. They didn't know that it was Uncle Bob who had started Megan's journey
toward getting knocked up in the first place.

   And Uncle Bob had invited Buffy to come live with them.

   And Uncle Bob had taken over where counselor Bob had left off.  Except,
of course, he had taught his real niece and his adopted niece a lot more
about having great sex.

   Her attention was drawn back to the present when Professor Sorenson
moaned as his prick dribbled it's last in Buffy's now relaxed pussy.

   "Ohhh Buffy, you're always so tight and so hot." he moaned.  "I think I
love you."

   "Now Professor" she chided.  "You're a married man.  I only did this
with you the first time because I felt so sorry for you.  And you were so
manly and virile and ...  you were a naughty boy." She squeezed her pussy
muscles like she'd been taught to do.  "I don't fuck married men,
Professor."

   "I don't know what you call this." he gasped as he tried to push his
softening prick deeper into her.  "But I don't know what I'd do if you
didn't do it with me."

   "Silly boy" she said in a singsong voice.  "You should be doing this to
your wife."

   "I can't" he panted.  "The bitch won't let me near her any more.  All I
want is to knock her up good and proper one more time.  A blow job would be
nice now ant then too.  I'd be happy to lick her pussy too.  But she thinks
I'm crazy."

   "Poor baby" said Buffy, kissing him.  "But you have to go now.  I have
to go to class."

   "You don't have to come to my class" he said between long deep breaths.
"You already got an A in my class."

   "Now Professor" she chided him again.  "I need an education, and it's
your job to give me one.  I want to earn that A."

   "Believe me" he sighed as he pulled out of her.  "You already have."

   Buffy cooed at him and pushed him off the bed.  She jumped up, full of
energy, like she always seemed to be when she had a pussy full of spunk. 
Spunk made her ...  spunky!

   As she walked to class Buffy thought about how she'd gotten to Collins
College.  When Uncle Bob had taken her in her whole life had changed. 
Uncle Bob had joined the Army as soon as he graduated from High School and
had then spent the next twenty years serving his country.  He had been to
more than twenty countries during his career in the Army and he retired at
only age 38.  Now he worked as a consultant, and arranged his schedule so
that he only worked when he wanted to.  He became the girls' surrogate
father ...  and mother, for that matter, as well as their friend.  And, of
course, he was their lover and teacher in all things sexual.

   Uncle Bob had taught the girls how to use their bodies to enjoy sex and
ensure that their partners enjoyed sex too.  It wasn't that he was
promiscuous.  The first thing he taught them was how to choose a partner
who was most likely to be safe and healthy.  Then, once they had the man in
their sights, he taught them how to capture the object of their desire. 
And every man who Buffy captured was a prisoner for life.  They all wanted
to marry her, even though she already had a daughter.

   That was another rule Buffy had made for herself.  She decided that she
wasn't interested in men who were married, or had steady girlfriends.  But
somehow, she had really miserable luck picking men who WEREN'T married, or
WEREN'T in a committed relationship.  What Buffy kept forgetting to do was
ensure that the man she set her sights on wasn't already spoken for.  She
always got carried away somehow.  And of course there were the men who lied
to her, saying they were footloose and fancy free, when in fact they were
married, or had girlfriends.  And most of the younger ones, who really WERE
footloose and fancy free, weren't the best candidates for long term
relationships ...  or marriage.

   So Buffy was like a sailor, with a man in every port.

   So quite without intending to, right now Buffy had to juggle five men
who were helpless when she walked into the room.  There was Professor
Sorenson, of course, who had fallen under her spell when she went to his
office to ask him if she could write her history term paper on Gloria
Steinem and the effect she had had on sexual mores in young women in
America.  When Bill Sorenson questioned the beautiful young coed on those
effects he had been overcome with admiration for the sexy girl.  Her
assertion that Steinem was responsible for a minor baby boom in America was
intriguing.  Their talk had led to him confiding his desire for a large
boisterous family and how effectively his wife used abstinence to make sure
he didn't have one.  Buffy was so moved by pity for the poor man she was
soon on her back on a love seat in his office as Professor Sorenson poured
sperm into her pussy attempting to test the girl's theory.

   Almost the same thing had happened when she joined the Economics Club.
She had scored TWO men in that group.  John Willy (she always laughed when
she thought of his last name) was the treasurer and when she went to his
dorm room to pay her dues they talked about her plan to become wealthy by
the time she was in her thirties.  She'd been wearing a halter top that
day, and in bending over had shown him her beautiful breasts.

   This time she assumed he was a single guy, mostly because he was pretty
geeky, with thick glasses and slicked back hair.  When, during their
conversation, Buffy had compared a man's penis to the stock market - limp
meant down and stiff meant up - and said that there were things you could
do to ensure that things were always ...  up ...  he stood up and to his
own amazement dropped his pants, showing her that she was absolutely right.
She COULD do things that ensured the market was ...  up.

   And her surprise at seeing how long and thick this geek's cock was had
convinced her that it would be wonderful in her mouth.

   She had swallowed greedily and allowed John to show his stamina by
giving her a second load in her pussy - it had been one of her "lucky
days".

   It turned out he DID have a girlfriend, but things weren't working out
too well between them.  Jennifer, his girlfriend, had somehow decided that
men (that meant him) were weak, and that the best way to prevent them (that
meant him) from making fools of themselves by fawning all over a woman in
public (that meant her) was to wear very conservative clothing.  All her
clothes covered her from ankle to neck.  She never wore a skirt or dress,
and on their dates she always made sure they went to public places.  Her
mother had impressed on her that only a virgin could get a good man, and
that love didn't have anything to do with it.

   Buffy learned all this as she was prodded and rodded by the sexually
famished boy who actually cried when he ejaculated into Buffy and she cooed
"Ooooo I love your hot stuff in my pussy ...  shoot me full."

   What started out as a "pity fuck" turned into a friendship of sorts. 
And, because Buffy thought John deserved better than this Jennifer person
was giving him ...  Buffy continued to give him what he deserved.

   Buffy still got almost weekly advice on her investments from John, and
each time he was almost frantic to dump his load in her welcoming pussy. 
So far he hadn't even been allowed to touch Jennifer's breasts.

   The second man who fell victim to Buffy's charms in that club was their
sponsor, Professor Theodore Tinder.  She sought his advice on which stocks
to invest in initially.  Only the night before he had been accused of being
a pervert by his wife, Christy, when he commented on how sexy a cheerleader
looked at their son's High School football game.  She had refused him sex
that night too, calling him "disgusting".

   So when cute little braless Buffy came to the club meeting the next
night, looking just as tasty as that cheerleader had, he couldn't help but
ask her if she'd been a cheerleader in school.

   "Sometimes I was." she said, blushing.

   "Sometimes?" he queried.

   "Well there was this guy I liked, and he got all excited whenever I
pretended to be a cheerleader .  You know ...  role playing?  Anyway, for
his birthday I got a costume from the thrift store and ...  sometimes ... I
was a cheerleader."

   Professor Tinder, or "Teddy" as she was soon to be calling him, got a
glassy look in his eye as he read between the lines of her story.  "Um ...
I ah ...  I don't suppose you still have that outfit do you?" he asked
hopefully.

   "Why yes I do Professor.  Would you like to see it?" Teddy was tall,
with huge hands, and in Buffy's experience the old wives tale about big
hands meaning a big cock were true.  Apparently those old wives had found
out some way to tell.

   "Buffy, nothing would please me more." sighed the frustrated man.

   "You aren't married are you sir?" said Buffy, remembering for once to
ask.

   Theodore Tinder thought about his life with the woman he was legally
tied to.  You couldn't really call that a marriage.  Not like marriages
were supposed to be.  "I wish I was" was his reply.  It didn't occur to him
that she might get the wrong message from that.

   So a couple of nights later Buffy showed up at the club room, wearing
her cheerleader outfit.  No bra or panties, of course.  And she did some
cheers for the nice man, and showed him her pussy, and found out that the
old wives had been right again.  Teddy had a truly impressive prong that
reached clear into her womb when it delivered it's healthy dose of hot baby
makers.  She wasn't taking any courses from him and he was so pitifully
thankful that she'd let him play out his fantasy that he offered her money.


   Buffy had grabbed him by his impressively large balls and growled "I'm
no hooker Teddy, and don't you EVER forget that.  She gave him a painful
squeeze to punctuate her warning.

   In time she found out he was, in fact married, but that his wife thought
his fantasies about young girls made him a perverted slime ball.  It didn't
make much sense to try to come on to a woman who called you a perverted
slime ball, so he'd just quit trying.  He missed having sex with his wife,
and Buffy felt sorry for him.

   Since then she had been a Catholic School Girl, a Belly Dancer, and
someone named Marge, for which she had to dress very conservatively, but
act like a total vamp.  Teddy had a good imagination and he liked using it.
When he did he produced prodigious amounts of male nectar, which Buffy
loved, so it was a good match.

   And, all he did to express his thanks that she gave him repeat
performances, was give her the best stock tips he could come up with and
buy her expensive gifts.

   Buffy thought about those things as she went to her Calculus class,
which she liked a lot.  Numbers had a way of being nice and steady.  You
could depend on numbers as long as you knew the formulas.  The class always
seemed to fly by.  She was leaving when she was approached by Mike Stewart,
one of her classmates, and a study partner ...  of sorts.

   "Hey Buffy" he called.  "Can we study tonight?"

   "Mikey!" squealed Buffy.  "And how's my ultra conservative Republican
type friend today?" she asked brightly.  She had met Mike in a study
session put together by several kids in the class and, after a VERY rocky
start, they had hit it off.  That part was strange, because Mike was the
president of the Young Conservative's Club on campus.  He was as straight
laced as they came.  But he was also cute, and Buffy couldn't resist
teasing him and flirting with him during their first few study sessions. 
It always made him blush and stammer and eventually made him mad.  One
night, after the study session was over, he followed Buffy to where she'd
left her bike.

   "Miss Sherwood!" he called in a strident voice.  "May I have a word with
you?"

   Buffy had turned around, her braless breasts bobbing in her peasant
blouse.  Her boobs had gotten big when Tiffany was born, full of milk for
the youngster.  And Tiffany and Uncle Bob (and even Megan) had made sure
her breasts were emptied every day.  As a result they had stayed big when
she dried up, and now sagged just a little.  Her nipples had stayed bigger
too and were now as big around as a man's little finger, and about three
quarters of an inch long.  She loved the sensual feel of her blouses
rubbing across them as her tits bounced up and down when she walked.  When
she saw it was Mike Stewart she grinned.  "Hi Mikey!  she said.  "How're
they hanging?"

   This was exactly the kind of thing that had gotten Mike angry.  He
wasn't so much angry at her language, but about how it made him feel.  Mike
was almost engaged to Alice Nivens, of Nivens Steel and Pipe, in Atlanta.
Alice would never have made any mention of his testicles, in any manner at
all, much less to ask "how they were hanging." She was a proper young lady.
They had kissed, and hugged, and she had even let him rub up against her on
a number of occasions, but she wouldn't do anything else.  It had gotten to
the point where those balls of his that Alice would never refer to were
getting blue and hurting.  In a fit of excitement one time Mike had
suggested that, if she were to perform fellatio on him, he would be
extremely appreciative.  Her response had been vituperative in the extreme.

   "Why Michael Stewart, the very thought that I might soil my mouth with
your male parts makes me literally sick at my stomach!  I cannot believe
you said that!  You must think me a hussy of the worst type.  I sincerely
hope, Michael, that you will not abuse my ears with that kind of nonsense
again.  And if you think that after we are married you can talk that way,
then you are SADLY mistaken.  Apologize at once!" she had stormed.

   Michael had backed off with his tail tucked firmly between his
conservative legs and never mentioned it again.  He didn't even ask her if
she'd jerk him off, fearful she'd call off the almost engagement.

   So, when Buffy winked at him, and licked her lips, and stuck her pencil
in her mouth like it was a tiny little dick, the feelings it raised in him
were intense ...  and unwelcome.  More than once he'd had to walk carefully
to his BMW, because his balls were sore and his dick was stiff.

   So when this vamp of a woman asked him "how they were hanging" Michael
Stewart let her have it.

   "You, Miss Sherwood, are a slut of the worst type.  You flirt with men
and cause them embarrassment in public settings and I want you to stop it
immediately.  I do NOT wish your whorish attention to be directed to me
again under any circumstances, is that clear?"

   Buffy had heard it all before, and what Michael T.  Stewart, little rich
boy, thought of her couldn't have mattered less.  She smiled sweetly at him
and said.  "Gee Mikey, it sounds to me like you're in serious need of a
nice, long, wet, blowjob.  It would help with all that tenseness, I
promise."

   Michael T.  Stewart IV almost choked on his emotions.  "You are
despicable in the EXTREME!" he raged.  "To tease a man like that, when you
know very well you have no intent of doing ANYTHING of the kind is the most
vile and tawdry thing a woman can do!  I've a mind to thrash you!"

   Buffy had been taken aback at his vitriolic anger.  His stormy face and
threatening demeanor had actually scared her a little.

   She tried to defend herself anyway.  "Look here Mikey, I don't know
what's gotten your tidy whities in a knot, but I don't EVER offer to do
something I don't intend to do.  You may be mister rich hoity toity ... 
guy" she sputtered "but that doesn't give you the right to say those things
about me.  I'm a normal girl and if I like the feel of a man's cock in my
mouth, well that's MY business, and if you're too uptight to take a girl up
on a humanitarian offer, then just go FUCK YOURSELF, CAUSE YOU'RE SURE NOT
GETTING INTO MY PANTIES WITH AN ATTITUDE LIKE THAT!" she ended up yelling.
It was loud enough that several people stopped to watch and see what was
developing.

   Mike, being ever the politically correct man he was instinctively tried
to mollify her, to get her to stop yelling and drawing unwanted attention,
at the least.

   "Calm down Miss Sherwood, I was simply trying to inform you that your
teasing is unfair.  We men have feelings too, you know." Mike was having a
hard time thinking.  When she yelled at him her nipples stuck out through
that delightful peasant blouse even more and she flushed so prettily.

   Buffy stared at him.  "I thought boys liked to be teased.  Besides, it
was more like flirting than teasing.  Can't you tell the difference?"

   "Why on earth would you flirt with me?" asked Michael T.  Stewart IV. 
No one except the maids had ever flirted with him, and all they wanted was
money.

   "Well, for one thing, you're kind of cute." said Buffy.  This boy was of
a type she hadn't had much experience with, and she didn't know quite how
to handle him.  Uncle Bob hadn't given her a primer on how to get a rich
boy, most probably because he wanted to spare Buffy the pain of being
around them.

   "Oh." said Mike, the wind suddenly missing from his sails.

   "And what's the big deal about offering you a hummer?" asked Buffy.  "I
thought all men loved to have their straw emptied.  It's not like I was
asking you to marry me or anything."

   "Straw emptied" repeated Mike.  He had to actually think about that for
a second.  "OH!" he said.  "But you didn't actually mean it ...  did you?"

   "Of COURSE I meant it!" said Buffy angrily.  "I TOLD you I don't make
offers I won't back up.  You were so tense I thought you could use a little
fun."

   "You'd actually suck my dick?" asked an amazed Michael T.  Stewart IV.

   "I WOULD have, but you were MEAN to me!" said Buffy.  She was back on
familiar ground now.  Make them feel like they had hurt your feelings and
they'd do almost anything to make things OK.

   "I'm sorry" said Mike, responding exactly as Uncle Bob had said he
would. "I thought you were teasing me ...  you know, trying to get me
excited, and then you'd leave me high and dry."

   "Why in the world would I do that?" she said.  "I think you're cute. 
You probably have a nice cute penis.  I just love sucking sweet cum out of
cute penises.  So I offered." Buffy set the hook.  "But then you were MEAN
to me!" She worked up a couple of tears.  She was, after all, an
accomplished actress.

   "Don't cry ..  please don't cry" Mike looked around to see who was
watching.  He comforted her by putting his arm around her and started her
walking toward his car.  "Come on, I'll take you home."

   Buffy stopped.  "No, that's OK, I have my bike." She went for the kill.
"Besides, you're not all tense any more.  You probably don't even need a
blow job now."

   To his everlasting amazement, Michael T.  Stewart IV, president of the
Young Conservatives Club and straight laced man about town, heard himself
say "Oh no, PLEASE.  Really I DO!  I'm so tense I ...  I ...  I think
something might actually CRACK any time now.  And your offer was so sweet.
And I was such a cad!  Please."

   Buffy looked at him sideways.  "Where do you live?" she asked.  Buffy
never took men to her own house.  It was another of her rules.  She didn't
want most of them to know where she lived.

   "I'm in the Delta Chi Epsilon Fraternity.  I live in the Frat house." he
said.

   Buffy raised her eyebrows.  Delta Chi Epsilon's Frat house was right
next door to her apartment.  She'd have to be careful with this one.

   "Tell you what.  I'll go home and freshen up and then come over to the
Frat and we'll just see if we can't loosen you up a little.  How's that?"
asked Buffy.  "Give me an hour.  And get some wine.  Something sweet." she
said.

   "OK.  Great!  I'll be there.  My room is 207." said an eager Mike.  It
didn't occur to him until he was driving home that she might not show.  He
stopped and got two bottles of wine, just in case she didn't.  If she
didn't follow through he'd drink them both and then probably blow his head
off.

   He was halfway through the first bottle and a little tipsy when there
was a knock on his door.  When he opened it and saw Buffy standing there in
a T shirt and running shorts his dick got stiff immediately.

   "You CAME!" he cried.

   "Of course I came.  I said I would, didn't I?" she smiled sweetly.

   He invited her in, nervous now and tried to make small talk.  "Um, where
are you from?" he asked.

   Buffy put her hand on his chest and gently shoved him toward his bed. 
"We can get to know each other later.  Right now I'm hungry." She licked
her lips.

   Mike stammered.  "I'm sorry.  I got the wine, but I didn't get any
snacks."

   "Silly boy" cooed Buffy.  "That's not what I'm hungry for.  You just lie
down and relax and let Buffy take care of those tense muscles." She pushed
him until the back of his legs hit his bed and he flailed as he went over
backwards.  Buffy's hands were at his belt immediately and in no time she
had it undone and his fly down.  She pulled on his pants as he tried to
wiggle up further on the bed.

   "You DO wear tidy whities!" crowed Buffy as his well filled briefs were
exposed.  As he tried to kick off his slacks she pulled on his briefs,
exposing his cock to her smoky eyes.  "Ooooo, and you DO have a cute
prick!" she said.

   Things were going much much better and much much faster than Michael T.
Stewart IV could have dreamed of.  He was about to say something when his
cock was suddenly enveloped in a hot, wet mouth.  He lifted his head,
incredulous, and looked at Buffy's blond head.  His dick was actually in
her mouth!  He couldn't believe it.  Then she sucked and dragged her mouth
up to the tip of his uncut cock.  With one hand she skinned his foreskin
off the tip and then sucked just the tip, using her tongue to swirl all
around it.  She kissed it like it was a movie star, making little "Mmmmm"
sounds all the time.

   If Alice had been in the room at the time and he had been armed, Michael
might have murdered his girlfriend.  That she had the ability to give him
such pleasure yet refused him was a crime beyond words.  Her family
fortune, her father's connections to the College Young Republicans
Establishment, paled in comparison to the exquisite sensations from this
nobody - bad choice of words - blonde whose mouth was driving him insane.

   Buffy lifted her head long enough to make eye contact and said "You have
a LOVELY cock Mikey."

   Then she was down on him again, like she really was starving, and like
she really was going to eat his cock right off.

   Michael T.  Stewart IV felt his balls buzz and knew he was about to blow
a nut.  Never having had this done before, he didn't know the etiquette,
but he assumed he'd better warn her or he might face severe consequences.

   "Buuufffeeee" he groaned.  "I've gotta ...  I'm gonna" He reached for
her hair and pushed ineffectually at it.

   Buffy lifted her head again.  There was a string of precum stuck to the
lip and the end of his cock.  She looked at him and smiled.  "You gonna cum
now Mikey?  You gonna give me a little present?  I bet you're gonna taste
good Mikey." Then she jacked on his cock and sealed her lips over the head.

   Michael T.  Stewart IV thought the top of his head was going to blow
off. She was going to let him cum in her mouth!  His whole body seized up
and his hips came up off the bed as Buffy rode with him, never breaking her
seal, and jacking him like a pro.  He felt the first jet of semen tear
through his cock, like liquid fire and felt it leave his cock.  She sucked
harder and gave his cock two little jerks that milked him of three more
shots.  He fell back to the bed and, then felt sadness as her mouth left
his cock.  She scrambled up, her mouth closed, but leaking sperm and he had
a sudden horrified thought that she was going to spit it out in his face.
But she put her throat by his ear and swallowed loudly instead.

   Michael T.  Stewart IV had thought he was done, and was completely
satisfied with what had happened.  But when Buffy made sure he heard her
swallowing his spunk, his cock revived and stood straight up again.  Buffy
sat back and looked down at his prick.

   "Goody" she said, strings of cum going between her lips.  She licked
them and swallowed again as she tore her T shirt off, exposing naked
breasts.  Then she skinned her shorts down, revealing her naked pussy.

   Before Michael T.  Stewart IV could move she straddled him, notched his
cock into her pussy, and sat down.

   If her mouth had felt wonderful, Mike couldn't begin to describe how
fantastic it felt to have hot pussy wrapped firmly around his prick.  He
arched his hips again, trying to squirt, but couldn't.  Buffy rode him
mercilessly, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and demanded "Suck my
titties Mikey, I love it when men suck my titties." He tried to capture one
waving nipple, but couldn't, and had to use his hands.  Her tits felt so
soft and he tried to squirt again, but couldn't.  Every muscle in his body
was as taut as a piano wire as he nursed her sweet tasting nipple.  Her
pussy clamped down on him as she came.

   "I'm cumming Mikey.  I'm cumming all over your nice hard prick.  Can you
squirt me Mikey?  Have you got anything left?"

   Mike felt something snap inside him and rolled with her, ending up on
top.  He'd never done this before either, but instinct told him to pound
this wonderful woman hard with his cock, so he did.  Buffy squealed,
telling him what a fantastic lover he was.

   "I'm not on the pill Mikey" she panted.  "If you cum in me you might
make me pregnant.  Do you want to make me pregnant Mikey?  Do you want to
fill me up with your spunky sperm?"

   "Ohhh fuuuck" said Michael T.  Stewart IV.  Had he been completely sober
and not in the throes of passion, he would have assumed she was trying to
get pregnant so he'd have to marry her.  But he was so hot that all he
could think about was mating with this fabulous woman.

   "Come on Mikey, give pussy a bath" she whispered in his ear.

   That did it.  With pain in his balls Mike thrust in one last time and
felt the sweet release of more semen flow thorough his cock.  It felt good
to put it in this girl.  The thought that he might be fathering a child on
her was intensely erotic.

   Michael T.  Stewart IV was hooked.  Buffy had conquered another man.  In
the sweet afterglow of their orgasms, Mike sighed.  "Man, I wish my fiancée
would do that for me."

   Buffy, realizing she'd managed to pick an attached man yet again,
laughed out loud.  "Well don't you worry about it Mikey.  You taste good so
I'll do it for you any time you want."

   Thus had begun their relationship, and as Mike was perfectly happy with
a simple blow job, Buffy could satisfy him any time, whether she was ripe
or not.  She reserved fucking him for special occasions, or to reward him
for some particularly sweet thing he did.  Now, as he approached her
suggesting a study session Buffy laughed again.  "Sure Mike, but this time
you just HAVE to bring some books!"

   He looked sheepish, knowing he'd been caught.  He didn't really want to
study.  He wanted another blow job.  Michael T.  Stewart purely loved his
blowjobs, and he purely loved Buffy for giving them to him.

   "OK, see you around eight." he smiled.  Buffy punched him in the arm,
but smiled at him as well and walked on.  She had to hurry or she'd be late
for work.

   CHAPTER TWO

   Twenty minutes after Buffy left Mike lying happily on his bed, with
empty balls, she walked in the college book store where she worked about
twenty hours a week.  She didn't really have to work, as Uncle Bob and
scholarships were paying for school, room and board.  But for spending
money and investment funds, Buffy decided to make her own money.  Her usual
work partner was already behind the counter.

   "Hey Boomer" she said cheerfully.

   Charles "Boomer" Wiggins waved without looking up from the book he was
reading.  "Hey good lookin'" he said.  He was a sober young man, taller
than most, not very outgoing and yet, he was one of the most popular guys
on campus.  He was called Boomer because he was the kicker for the football
team, and more often than anyone wished, it was his kicks that won the
games they won.  Boomer was being scouted by the NFL because he could kick
a field goal from the fifty yard line and make it eight out of ten times.
He came from Iowa, from a corn farm, was an only child, and had the most
miserably small amount of self confidence that Buffy had ever seen in a
man. He was smart and talented and would make millions if he played
professional football, but Boomer was scared to try.  He could go out on
the field at Collins every week and kick the cover off the ball and he was
fine.  But, according to him, put him in a pro stadium and sometimes he
missed the ball completely.  Buffy had been trying to talk to him about it
for a month, as the football season progressed.  But when she did he just
buried his nose in a book and refused to say anything.

   Buffy put her purse away and looked in her box for any notes from the
supervisor.  Finding nothing she looked around the store to see if there
were any customers.  Boomer was sitting on the stool behind the cash
register and wasn't any good at customer service anyway.

   There was nobody in the store, and nothing to do.

   Buffy looked at Boomer and remembered when she had added him to her
stable of lovers.  It had been several months before, and had started more
out of curiosity than anything else.  She remembered it like it was
yesterday.  It had happened right there at work:

   "So, Boomer, I went to the game last Friday.  I watched you kick.  I was
impressed." she said, trying to start a conversation.  Boomer didn't talk
much.

   "Thanks" he said softly.  He was still reading.  Or looking at the book
anyway.  Buffy noticed his eyes weren't moving.

   "I have a question though." she said.  "When you run up there to kick
the ball, you have on those slick pants that look kind of like spandex,
right?"

   He looked up finally.  "Yeah." he said.

   "Well, I was looking at the front of them.  A lot of the guys have this
huge bulge there, but it has a shape to it.  They wear cups, right?" Buffy
sounded like she was discussing the price for pork belly futures.

   "Yeah." he said again.

   "But you don't wear a cup.  I mean you don't have that pattern.  You
just have a lump.  And I was wondering why you don't wear a cup." she
finished.

   Boomer opened his mouth and looked around and then closed his mouth.  He
looked around again.  Buffy stood there patiently, waiting for whatever he
was going to say.  She was determined to get him talking.

   "It ...  uh it gets in the way sort of" said Boomer.  "When I kick my
right leg sort of crosses over my left leg and the cup gets in the way and
hurts.  So I don't wear it." He looked at Buffy, like he was waiting for
her to laugh.

   "OK, that makes sense" said Buffy, quite seriously.  "But what about
your balls?  Don't you squash them when you kick?  I mean when I saw you
kick it looked like you squashed your balls.  Doesn't that hurt?"

   Boomer didn't know what to do.  No one had ever had this kind of
conversation with him before ...  certainly no female.  Buffy was a
beautiful girl, and he saw her with handsome guys.  She was way out of his
class.  But girls just didn't ask those kinds of questions in the world he
came from.

   "It never has." he finally said.

   "Oh" said Buffy.  "Well it sure looks like it might hurt.  I'm glad it
doesn't though.  Can I ask you another question?"

   Boomer looked at her warily.  "OK" he said.

   "Do you masturbate before the game?" Buffy asked, just as seriously as
before.

   Boomer looked around again.  "This is like that show on TV isn't it. 
I'm being punked, right?" he asked.

   Buffy laughed.  "No Boomer.  I was reading a book at the library about
professional sports and one of the men they interviewed in the book said
that to battle his nervousness he masturbated before each game.  He said it
made him calmer and he could think better.  And you obviously think really
well out there on the field, so I just wondered if you masturbated before
the games too."

   She made it all sound so ...  normal.  But it WASN'T normal.  Girls
didn't just go up to guys and ask them if they jacked off.

   It might not have seemed so weird ...  except that Boomer DID jack off
before every game.

   Well, he GOT jacked off.

   His girlfriend, Melinda jacked him off.  It was a strange story, and it
was the primary reason Boomer didn't like to talk to anybody.  He was
afraid they'd find out his secret.  He'd met Melinda Jones at a school
mixer the year before.  She was a mousy nondescript girl, just the kind
Boomer assumed was right for him.  She came from a conservative little town
in Missouri.  Boomer had started dating her because he thought he should
date someone.  And Melinda had taken over his life.  She had a way of
putting a guilt trip on him that was palpable.  For example, if he didn't
kick well, she berated him for being a failure.  She said things like
"That's not the Charles I know ...  not the Charles who could be famous
some day." She did perform the beatoff ritual before each game, which
Boomer had started before he met her, but she did it under protest.  She
said it was a nasty habit and that if he did it he couldn't touch her.  So
she did it for him, but complained about it every time.

   She refused to call him Boomer.  She said that was an infantile name. 
And she was hinting that football should not be his future.  Her father was
a successful businessman, and would welcome Charles into the family ... 
but not if it was found out he required poor Melinda to perform perverted
heathen rites before each game.  She never let up about it.  She acted more
like his manager than his girlfriend.  She let him kiss her, but sex was
out.  She stated proudly that only her husband would get her in bed.  Those
were the kinds of strong hints she gave all the time.  And she spent every
waking minute in his company unless she had class.  She had even come into
the bookstore every time he worked until the supervisor told her she was
distracting him from his job.  When she saw him after work that night she
suggested that if he'd only talk to her father about a job he wouldn't have
to work for that asshole at the bookstore.

   Basically, Boomer was henpecked and he wasn't even married yet.  It was
depressing, but he didn't have any other options, as far as he was
concerned, so he just lived with it.

   But now, talking with another girl ...  a pretty girl ...  who seemed
interested in his life ...  Boomer began to rise out of his stupor.

   "Why would you ask me about a thing like that?" he said, looking at
Buffy.

   "I think it's interesting.  I know girls who masturbate just before they
take a final exam.  They swear they think better and get a better grade
when they do that."

   "You're kidding" Boomer said.

   "Not at all.  I've never tried it myself, but that's because I've never
been worried about a final.  So I read about that in that book and I
thought it might be interesting to do some research on it.  It might make a
good term paper for sociology or something.  So you never answered.  Do
you?"

   Boomer didn't know why, but he wanted to talk to this girl.  He wanted
to talk to somebody anyway, and here she was, interested in the thing that
was his big secret.  "Um ...  If I talk about this it has to be just
between you and me, OK?"

   Guys from Iowa farms tend to believe that people will honor their oaths,
so when Buffy said "Sure" he looked around again and in a very low voice he
said "If I don't beat off before the game I can't hit anything." He waited
for her to laugh, but she didn't.  Instead she acted like she was really
interested.

   "How do you know?" she said.  "I mean have you tried it both ways on
purpose or something?"

   "I know" he said firmly.  "Guys involved in sports are superstitious.  I
eat the exact same meal before every game.  I tie my shoes just so.  I wear
the same sweatbands on my wrists that I wore in High School.  And ...  the
other thing ...  it started in High school.  I was so excited about going
out on the field that I was jittery and I don't know why but I just did it.
And it was amazing.  I calmed down and the game went perfect.  Since I
started there've only been three games when I didn't jack off before the
game, and in all three of those games I didn't score a single point."

   "So why didn't you beat off before those three games?" she asked.

   Boomer pressed his lips together.  "Melinda" he said.

   "Who's she?" asked Buffy.

   "She's my girlfriend.  When I met her we started going out and she went
everywhere with me.  And it came time for my ...  ritual ...  but I
couldn't do it because Melinda was there."

   "Why not?" asked Buffy.

   "Guys don't beat off in front of their girlfriends." said Boomer,
aghast.

   "Sure they do.  I've had lots of boyfriends and some of the used to
watch me masturbate while I watched them do it.  It was sexy."

   Boomer looked at Buffy.  He'd looked at her before, checking her out,
appreciating her beautiful body, day dreaming about her.  No girl had ever
talked with him like this before.  It made him horny.

   "Buffy, are you lying to me?  Are you making fun of me?" he asked.

   "No Boomer, I'd never do that.  You're my friend." she said.

   "I am?" he said.

   "Well, aren't you?" she asked.  "I mean we work together, and we're
having this nice conversation and all.  Isn't that what friends do?"

   Boomer felt surprise.  That WAS what friends did.  "Yeah, I guess so."
he said.

   "So what happened?" asked Buffy.  "I mean you obviously started
masturbating again, cause you kick so awesome now.  But you said three
games.  What happened?"

   "Well I met Melinda when she was a Sophomore.  That was my Junior year.
And she went to all the games in her Freshman year and watched me and all
that, so she knew how I kicked.  So when I started kicking bad she wanted
to know why.  She said it was messing up my schedule for being a football
hero.  She's really into me being famous because she wants her father to
hire me and I guess her town is crazy about football, and if I'm famous
I'll do better in business.  She never lets up about it.  Anyway finally,
after three games I had to tell her what was wrong.  And she said that
masturbating was nasty and a sin, but that she'd do it for me if it helped
make me famous."

   "So Melinda does it for you?  How sweet." said Buffy.  She didn't mean
it.  Melinda sounded like a class "A" jerk."

   "Yeah" sighed Boomer.  "She puts on the gloves and jerks me off and
everything's fine."

   "Gloves?" commented Buffy.  She was thinking silk gloves, or elbow
length satin gloves, something sexy.

   "Yeah, she buys these surgical gloves by the box.  They're latex so she
doesn't get her hands messy.  She doesn't like that.  But they feel pretty
good as long as she lets her hand warm them up a little before she does
it."

   Now Buffy thought Boomer was teasing HER.  But his attitude was just
like always.  After watching him for a minute she realized that the bitch
actually was using rubber gloves to "deal" with the requirements for her
meal ticket to success.  Buffy was disgusted.

   "Boomer, you deserve better than that." said Buffy.  She had just
decided to break her rule.  Her rationale was that this Melinda person
wasn't really Boomer's girlfriend if she wouldn't even touch his cock with
her naked hand.

   "What do you mean?" asked the tall young man.

   "Look Boomer, you're the best kicker in the history of the school,
right?"

   He ducked his head.  "I guess." he said modestly.

   "You GUESS?  How many NFL teams are trying to recruit you?"

   "I know about four.  But Melinda goes through my mail and I think she
throws away the letters from the scouts."

   Buffy was astonished.  Why would a gold digger throw away her ticket to
the big leagues?  "Why in the world would she do that?"

   "Well, see, her dad has this plumbing supply business back in the
Ozarks, and he wants me to come work for him.  Or at least Melinda said so.
She says if we get married then we can have a baby and I won't have to
masturbate any more."

   "So, why don't you do that?" asked Buffy.

   "I don't know.  I like kicking.  I'm pretty good at it and it feels good
when I do it right.  I guess I don't want to quit just yet.  And the coach
said that lots more people come to the games now because we win more and he
says that's because of me.  I like that feeling.  I've never been any good
at anything before."

   "OK, you definitely deserve better than this." said Buffy disgustedly.

   "I'm OK." said Boomer.

   "Boomer, I want to jack you off." said Buffy suddenly.  "I want to show
you what a woman can do for a man she admires."

   Boomer's eyes went white around the edges.  "You can't do that!" he
gasped.

   "Why not?"

   "Cause that would break the pattern." he said.  "Melinda jacks me off
and I do good.  If you did it then I don't know WHAT would happen.  And if
I don't do good then Melinda will make me marry her and quit football and
sell plumbing supplies." he finished miserably.

   "But I want to do it right now, not before a game." said Buffy.

   "I don't do it any time except before a game." said Boomer.

   Buffy was so amazed she was at a loss for words for a few seconds. 
Finally she blurted "Never?"

   Boomer got shy again.  "Well, you know ...  it's wrong and all.  Melinda
told me it's a nasty habit."

   "Then every man I know is nasty, because every man I know does it, and I
don't mean just before a football game.  I think Melinda's crazy.  There
are other women Boomer." said Buffy patiently.

   "Not for me." said Boomer.  "She's beautiful and I love her laugh, and
I've never had a girlfriend before her who cared about me enough to tell me
how stupid I am."

   Buffy groaned.  "OK, Boomer, let me ask you this.  Does Melinda let you
fuck her?"

   Boomer looked scared.  "NO!  She'd never do that!  She's a good girl
Buffy!"

   "Well I'm not Boomer, and I think you deserve better than what Melinda's
doing for you.  How about this?  Melinda obviously wouldn't put her mouth
on your cock, so would you let me do that for you?  I won't use my hands on
you at all ...  I promise."

   Boomer resisted for almost a week, but Buffy wouldn't give up.  She just
knew that if he loosened up he'd see that this Melinda person was holding
him back, rather than helping him go forward.  It shouldn't have mattered
to her, or so she thought, but the fact she had conquered her own
adversities made her want to help other people do the same thing.  In an
odd, sort of twisted kind of way, Buffy was a philanthropist ...  a sexual
philanthropist.

   It happened after he'd won another game with a field goal.  The team
they'd beaten was the number two team in the conference and had been
heavily weighted to win.  Boomer's kick had caused the upset that had made
sports news all over the region.  And, Buffy had at last seen the
mysterious Melinda, holding Boomer's arm as the press asked him for
interviews.  The dark haired, admittedly pretty girl had kept pulling his
arm, trying to get him away from the reporters, yelling "No comment".  No
one paid any attention to her, though, and they got Boomer to say a few
things before she managed to pull him away and into the crowd.

   The next day she was at work when Boomer clocked in, and she
congratulated him on the win.

   "Thanks Buffy." he said.  "It felt good."

   Buffy tried again.  "You deserve a reward Boomer."

   He was used to this by now, but it still rankled him that this girl
wouldn't give up.  It took a long time to get Boomer mad about something,
but Buffy had just done it.  He frowned at her.  "Look, if I let you do
this ...  just ONCE, mind you ...  will you leave me alone?"

   Buffy didn't mind lying at all, if it was for a good cause.  "Of course
Boomer.  I'll be happy and I'll never bother you again."

   "All right then, but just ONCE ...  right?"

   "Absolutely.  I won't ever ask to suck what I am convinced will be one
of the most handsome cocks I've ever seen ...  ever again.  Cross my
heart." Buffy drew one finger down between her breasts, slowly, and then
again going the other direction.  It drew Boomer's gaze to one of her best
assets.

   They had waited until the store closed, and she pulled him into the back
room.  He tried to revoke the offer, but Buffy insisted that a deal was a
deal and he let her loosen his belt and unsnap his jeans.  Then he grabbed
her hands and said "You can't touch it with your hands."

   Buffy nodded and then proceeded to not only get him up, but get him as
hard as granite with only her tongue, lips and mouth.  She kept her hands
on his rock hard buttocks.

   Boomer had told the truth when he said he never beat off unless it was
just before a game.  And Boomer had no other outlet for the normal passions
every young man has.  So Boomer's balls were packed just about as full of
unused spunk as it's possible to pack a pair of balls.  He was healthy and
in good shape too, but he felt like he was going to fall down when her
mouth slid over him that first time.  His knees went weak and he wobbled so
much he had to put a hand out to hold himself steady against the wall.  And
when he felt the jagged electric shock of his balls powering a stream of
cum through the cock buried in Buffy's throat, every muscle in his body
seized up.

   He usually spurted two or three times and went limp as a cooked noodle.
This time one little part of his mind got worried that something other than
semen was rocketing through his cock because it went on and on ...  and on.
And when Buffy dragged her sucking lips off of him to swallow, he was still
hard as a rock.

   "Oh look!" said Buffy, a sheen of milky white around her lips.  "I
didn't do a very good job."

   Boomer thought she'd done a fantastic job, and told her so, but she just
shook her head sadly and insisted she was a failure.  She was so abject
that Boomer, to his everlasting amazement, felt so bad for her, that he
somehow found himself lying on the floor and letting her "make it up to
him" by holding his own prick as she lowered her suddenly naked pussy down
onto it.  She had said "I'm sorry Boomer, you'll have to hold it for me ...
I promised not to touch it with my hands."

   And Boomer suddenly found himself in the Super Bowl, kicking the winning
points.  It had to be that, because only that could feel like what he was
feeling.

   Buffy had captured another man.

   After that, Boomer somehow got used to the idea that, if he kicked well,
he should be fucked well, and that Buffy was the girl to do the job.  She
never touched his penis with her hands, and it took him a month to figure
out that she wouldn't put it in her mouth without him asking her to.  She
had made a promise, and she kept it.  But there hadn't been anything in her
promise about fucking, and she did that with wild and happy abandon.  And
every time she did it, as he came in her naked pussy, she bent over and
whispered "Thank you Boomer, for kicking the ball."

   Today, it was obvious that Boomer was busy studying.  That was another
thing about him that Buffy liked.  He obviously loved to fuck her, but that
wasn't the only thing he ever thought about.

   "Too bad we won by fourteen points" said Buffy as she hung up her
jacket. "I can't pretend that you won the game for us."

   Boomer looked up.  "You reward me plenty Buffy." His face got serious.
"Have I ever thanked YOU?"

   Buffy laughed.  "Only about a gallon's worth.  Your lovely penis shoots
lots of "thank you" cum into my hungry mouth and satisfied pussy.  Boomer
you do a lot more for me than I'll EVER do for you."

   "You are the strangest woman I've ever met." said Boomer.  "If it wasn't
for Melinda I think I'd fall in love with you."

   Buffy smiled.  "But you DO love Melinda, so let's not hear any silliness
about falling in love with me.  I'm just your treat for being a good
kicker. That's all."

   That was the kind of relationship they had developed.  When he didn't
kick the winning points, Buffy didn't pretend to reward him.  On this
particular night, there was no sex in the bookstore.

   After work Buffy went to Mrs.  Henderson's house to pick up Tiffany. 
Mrs.  Henderson was a lovely lady who provided child care for several of
the student's children.  After the usual passionate greetings, Buffy
fastened Tiffany in her child seat and pedaled home.  Then it was time for
supper and baths and reading.  Buffy read to her daughter every night,
often the same stories from the same books, which Tiffany never tired of
hearing.  Then , after Tiffany was sleeping, Buffy hit her own books. 
She'd been studying for a couple of hours when there was a knock at the
door.

   Buffy opened it to find Clint Burrows and a young woman standing there.
Clint lived next door in the Frat house and Buffy had met him at the local
Laundromat.  He was a tall, well built black man, handsome and thickly
muscled from his summer job handling sacks of feed at a mill in
Mississippi, where he was from.  He was a foot taller than Buffy, and she
always felt dwarfed by him.  Buffy had felt an attraction towards him from
the beginning, and had tried some of her usual tricks to entice him into a
relationship.  But, though he flirted with her shamelessly, he had never
actually touched her.  He carried her laundry back to her apartment for
her, that first time they'd met, and had come over for breakfast on a
couple of occasions at Buffy's invitation, but try as she might, he never
made a move for her.  Their relationship had settled into one of close
friendship.  They could and did talk about almost anything.  She eyed the
woman.  Just her luck: Clint was handsome, smart, and funny, and another
girl got him first!

   "Hi Clint" she said, opening the door.  "What's up?"

   "Hi Buff" said Clint in his deep voice.  "This is Melanie.  I need a
favor."

   "Sure" said Buffy, curious.

   "You know I'm the Pledge master, over at Delta Chi Epsilon," he jerked
his head toward the Frat house next door.  "and we're in the middle of
pledge season.  We're really restricted on what kind of hazing we can do
with the pledges, but I had this idea.  I sort of wanted to talk to you
about it."

   Buffy showed the two to seats in the living room and sat down with them.
"OK" she said.

   "Well, you know how you love to flirt." said Clint.

   Both of them knew that was an understatement.  Buffy had become more and
more obvious in her flirtations with him.  The last time he'd come over for
breakfast on a Saturday morning Buffy had met him at the door dressed only
in a too small T shirt that only came halfway down her buttocks.  As he sat
at the kitchen table and she fixed him bacon and eggs, every time she
leaned forward her whole butt was exposed to him.  He hadn't batted an eye,
though the peeks she snuck at him showed his gaze was glued to her ass.

   "OK" said Buffy, waiting for him to go on.

   "We thought maybe you could come over and tease the pledges."

   "Tease them." she repeated.

   "Yeah, like wear something really slinky or revealing and then we'll
tell them they can't move and to keep their eyes straight ahead.  And you
can rub up against them and stuff.  Like that."

   "And they won't be supposed to look at me." said Buffy.

   "Yeah, and they can't move or touch you.  And if they do they earn
demerits and they have to work them off." said Clint.

   "And when did you want to do this?" asked Buffy.

   Clint said "We wanted to do it tonight.  We contracted with the school
to clean all the weeds and floating crap out of the lake, and we're
supposed to do it tomorrow.  All those demerits could be worked off that
way.  Otherwise the Frat brothers have to do all the dirty work."

   Buffy looked at Melanie.  "And how does your girlfriend play into this?"
she asked.

   Clint laughed.  "Melanie's not my girlfriend.  She's is your
babysitter."

   Buffy looked at Melanie.  "Babysitter?" she asked.

   Melanie nodded.  "They tried to get me to do this crazy thing, and I
said no way.  But I can baby-sit if you want to do it." She looked at Buffy
like she was an idiot for even thinking about it.

   Buffy grinned.  "Sure!  I think it would be fun.  What should I wear?"

   Now it was Clint who grinned.  "Do you have a bikini?" he asked.  He
figured she would.

   "Why I believe I do." mused Buffy.  "Wait right there."

   She disappeared into her bedroom and in only a few minutes returned. 
Both Clint and Melanie sucked in a breath.  Buffy was wearing the kind of
bikini you couldn't actually swim in.  A breath of air would knock if off
her tits, much less actual water.  It was electric purple and consisted of
two half moon shaped supports for her breasts, the top line of which didn't
even completely cover her areolas.  The bottom was a thin strip of the same
cloth that descended from a cord belt, covered her pussy lips, and turned
into a thong in the back.  Where it attached to the cord belt in the front
it was only three inches wide.  The thong cord in the back started just
barely behind her asshole and, if she bent over, it looked like she was
naked.  "Wow" said Clint.

   "Will this do?" asked Buffy sweetly.

   "You'll be gang raped!" said Melanie.

   "Only if I'm lucky." said Buffy, still grinning.  She gave a little hop
and her breasts popped out of the half moon cups.  "Oops" she said.  She
bent over, adjusted the cups to cover her again, and stood back up.  She
did it with the practiced motions of a woman who had done this many ... 
many times.  "I'm ready." She glanced at Clint's crotch and was thrilled to
see a nice lump there.  So he was a tit man.  That's why he didn't react
more to her naked buns at breakfast.

   "We may have to make a detour to my room." said Clint in a gravelly
voice.  "I may need to put on new underwear."

   "And you call ME the flirt." simpered Buffy.

   Melanie took in another breath.  "At least put a T shirt on.  You'll be
arrested on the way over otherwise."

   Buffy grinned and took Clint's hand.  "Come on you big black handsome
man, let's go for a walk." She pulled him to the door and then looked back.
"Tiffany is asleep.  If she wakes up and is scared because she doesn't know
you, try reading her "The Hungry Hungry Hippo".  If that doesn't work,
bring her over to the Frat.  I'm sure we won't be hard to find."

   Buffy kept Clint's hand as they walked down the steps to the apartment
building and across the grass to the Frat house.

   "If we were back home I'd be a dead man." said Clint, his voice low.

   "What?" said Buffy.

   "Me, holding the hand of an almost naked white woman.  They'd string me
up." he said, looking at her sideways.

   "Oh Clint, that's so middle ages!" squealed Buffy.  "Surely you're
joking."

   "No I'm not" he said.  "What the law says and what is are two different
things down there."

   "Well, we're not down there.  We're here, and if I want to hold your
hand I can." she said simply.  She tugged at him.  "Now, come on, it's
chilly."

   Clint glanced over at her nipples, which had popped up out of the "bra"
again.  They were long and hard.  "I love October." he said half under his
breath.

   Buffy looked over at him, and then at what he was looking at.  She
adjusted her bra again, covering her nipples.  "Finally, I got a rise out
of you." she said.  She let go of his hand, reached down and patted his
obvious erection, and then grabbed his hand again, giggling.

   "Buffy, you don't know what you're doing." he said gruffly.

   "Oh yes I do!" she giggled again.

   By then they were at the front door of the Frat and they went in.  Clint
led her to the communal living room.  There was a Frat brother droning on
about how important it was to have self discipline and to be able to exert
self control.  He glanced over and when he saw Buffy his mouth dropped
open. Then it snapped shut and he went on in a much more interested and
strident voice.

   "And NOW, gentlemen, we're going to TEST your self control.  Until I say
otherwise, no pledge is allowed to say a word.  Any words said will be
worth ten demerits.  Further, all pledges will stand at attention, eyes
straight ahead.  Do not let anything cause your eyes to stray from straight
ahead.  If your eyes move it will be worth ten demerits.  Do NOT move.  Any
movements will be worth ten demerits."

   Buffy looked into the room and saw seven young men standing in a line,
ramrod stiff.  Lounging around the room were ten or twelve bored looking
Frat brothers.

   They weren't bored for long.

   One of the next Frat brothers to see Buffy was Mike Stewart.  His eyes
lit up and he yelled "BUFFY!  WOW!  SHIT!  IT'S THE BIG ONE!" He grabbed
his chest in a theatrical manner and staggered around, as if he were having
a heart attack.

   "Hi Mikey" she chimed.  "How do you like my new swimsuit?"

   Two pledges turned their heads to see who was talking.

   Clint bellowed "THAT'S TEN DEMERITS JOHNSON ...  WALKER." The heads
snapped back front.

   Mike came over, followed by four other men, all of whom were drooling as
they examined Buffy's almost nakedness.  "Oh PLEASE tell me it's time to
study." he pleaded.

   "Now Mikey" scolded Buffy, leaning over to scratch her leg, and showing
the men what she had in her bra.  "I'm here with Clint.  HE's my date.  It
wouldn't be proper to pay attention to you while I'm out with Clint."

   There was a chorus of catcalls and jeers directed toward Clint, who
smiled from ear to ear and made comments about how everybody was jealous,
but that was tough shit.

   "Who are these handsome young men?" asked Buffy in a sticky sweet voice.
She paraded in front of the pledges, her hips rising and falling as she
strutted.  "TEN DEMERITS PHILBY ...  TEN DEMERITS JONES ...  TEN MORE
DEMERITS JOHNSON." shouted Clint.

   Buffy stopped in front of one tall boy who was staring straight ahead,
his jaw clenched.

   "I like this one" she said, moving closer to him.  "He's pretty."

   The pledge next to them tried to choke off a laugh.

   "TEN DEMERITS ROGERS" shouted a Frat member.

   Clint walked to the area in front of the pledges.  He pulled a pencil
from his pocket and a notebook from another pocket.  "I'd better get all
these demerits written down or we'll lose count." he said.  He started to
write and dropped the pencil.  "Oh, gee, I dropped my pencil.  Buffy would
you be a darling and get it for me?  My back's a little sore."

   Buffy grinned and went over to him.  She bent over, facing away from the
pledges, and took her time picking up the pencil.

   "Ohhh fuck" came a groan from somewhere in the line of pledges.

   When Buffy stood back up, her breasts had come out of the bra again, and
now both proud nipples were in plain view.  "Oops, wardrobe malfunction!"
she giggled.  Her breasts shook as she giggled.

   "Fuck me to tears" came a pledge's comment.

   In less than ten minutes all but one of the pledges had over a hundred
demerits.  It got to the point where they almost quit trying.  One reached
out and pinched Buffy's right nipple.  He got fifty demerits for it and
then ten more for saying "It was worth it." Buffy brushed against crotches
and stuck her nose into chests, sniffing and saying how manly they smelled.
Finally, the only one who had never faltered was the tall boy she had
started with.  His jaw was still clenched.  She stood in front of him and
then bent over.

   "Clint, I think this one has a hardon." she said.  Almost everybody
laughed.  Every man in the room had a hardon.  "Can I see it Clint?  I'm
horny.  I bet his hardon is pretty too."

   Ever so slowly, the boy's hands came to the front of his pants and
covered his lump.

   "Ten demerits Wilson" said Clint in a normal voice.  Then "I guess he's
shy Buffy."

   She turned around and said "Well then, take me home and show me yours.
My pussy itches."

   There was general pandemonium in the room as Clint's skin took on a
darker tone from it's already deep brown.  Clint clenched his own jaw and
offered Buffy his arm, as if she were some great lady, dressed in a gown.
Without batting an eye she took it and glided out.  The only thing she did
on the way was pull her bra out so her nipples could fall back in.

   She left bedlam in her path.

   When they got to the front door Buffy pulled it open and pulled Clint
through to the outside.

   "Oh THANK YOU Clint, that was SO much fun." she bubbled.

   "No, thank YOU!" he said, grinning.  We've got enough demerits in there
to last five years worth of service projects.  You're some girl Buffy."

   "You gonna walk me home?" she said, her voice suddenly very young.

   "I'm not sure I'd be a gentleman if I did Buffy." he said seriously.

   "Oh goody." she said, hopping, so her breasts flopped in front of him.
She took his hand and dragged him toward her apartment building.

   CHAPTER THREE

   Buffy was thinking about Clint, and about how much she liked him.  He
was thoughtful and sweet and funny.  She found herself drawn more and more
to him.  Until tonight her strongest hints that she might be available to
him sexually had been deflected or ignored.  But she didn't think he was
gay.  He seemed worried that she was white, but surely he could get over
that.  She'd assumed Melanie was his girlfriend, but he'd laughed at that.
But he hadn't said he didn't have one.  Maybe there was a girlfriend back
home in Mississippi.

   "Do you have a girlfriend?" asked Buffy.  This time she followed her
rule.

   "Buffy, how long have we known each other?" he asked.  "Have I EVER
mentioned a girlfriend?"

   "Just answer the question buster." said Buffy.  They got to her
apartment door.

   "Why are you asking me this Buffy?" he asked.

   "Because I don't hop in bed with men who have wives or girlfriends." she
said.  "And I'm getting ready to hop in bed with you ...  unless you have a
wife or girlfriend." She stopped and faced him.  Her breasts were still out
of her bra.

   "Why would you want to hop in bed with me?" he asked.

   "Because I like you.  And I'm horny.  And I'm horny because of what YOU
asked me to do, so I figure YOU owe me." Buffy's logic was pretty bread and
butter.

   "But I'm black" he said.

   "Yeah, I know.  You have such beautiful skin." said Buffy.

   "So you want to get a black man in bed." said Clint heavily.  In
Mississippi, when a white girl wanted some black cock, it often meant she
was slumming, or was trying to pay her parents back for something they did
to her.  Sometimes it was just curiosity, or the desire to live
dangerously. It was rarely for love.  In Mississippi most white women who
had sex with black men USED black men for sex.  And Clint didn't play that
game.  If a woman wanted him, he wanted it to be his personality they
liked, not the color of his cock.

   "What if I have a girlfriend?" he asked.

   Buffy looked up at him.  "Then I'll be pissed." she said.  "First
because you never told me.  I thought we were buddies.  And second because
that means I'll have to masturbate tonight and I was really looking forward
to a nice hard penis in my pussy.  But I'll get over it, because you're a
nice guy and you deserve to have girlfriend."

   Clint thought about how she'd responded.  He reached for the door and
said "Fix your bra.  Melanie already thinks you're a slut."

   Buffy cupped her breasts and shook them at Clint.  "I AM a slut ... 
sometimes." She giggled, and then bent over and slowly fixed her top again,
looking at him through lowered lashes.  He was looking at her breasts as
she covered them up.

   Melanie was waiting for them in the living room.  Tiffany hadn't woken
up, so all she'd done was watch TV.  Buffy thanked her and suggested that
she might want to go see how her boyfriend was feeling.  He was one of the
frat brothers who had been watching as Buffy teased the pledges.

   When Melanie looked at Clint expectantly, waiting for him to walk her
back to the Frat, Buffy said "Melanie, I need to talk to Clint for a
minute. Would it be OK if you went back alone?"

   Melanie cast a doubtful look at the beautiful blond in the almost
non-existent swimsuit, and then back at Clint again.  "Sure" she said
shortly.

   When Melanie left Buffy faced Clint.  He looked uneasy.

   "What's wrong Clint?" asked Buffy.  He had seemed so interested earlier.

   "Where I'm from ...  messing with a white girl is trouble." he said.

   "I thought we already had this conversation" said Buffy gently.  "We're
not in Mississippi Clint."

   "Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

   "Yes." she answered.

   "Are you doing this because I'm black?" He looked at her closely.

   "I'm doing this because I like you." said Buffy.  "I think I like you a
lot."

   "Some white girls just want to see if all the rumors about black guys
having big cocks are true." he said.  "I don't like that kind of thing."

   "I'm doing this because I like you." Buffy repeated patiently.  "You are
a nice guy, quit a hunk in my book, you have an outrageous sense of humor
and with a 3.8 in Electrical Engineering you are going to be making money
hand over fist when you graduate.  You're a hell a catch for any girl."

   "But I'm black."

   "Clint, you remember me talking about my Uncle Bob?" asked Buffy.

   He nodded, confused at the change of topic.

   "Well, he's not really my uncle.  He's my best friend Megan's uncle."
Buffy took a step toward Clint.

   "Yeah, you said you lived with them for a few years." He still didn't
understand what she was talking about.

   "Megan is black." said Buffy.

   Clint looked startled.  "And your Uncle Bob is ...?"

   "Black" said Buffy.  "All black ...  everywhere."

   "You mean you ...?  With your Uncle Bob?!" Clint looked even more
startled.

   "I love Uncle Bob.  He loves me.  We all slept in the same bed.  I don't
care if you're black or green or whatever.  I just like you.  And I'm
horny." said Buffy.  She stepped even closer and the tips of her breasts
touched his chest as she looked up into his face.  "But if you don't like
me, then I understand and I'll ..."

   She was cut off by his lips descending on hers.  His big hands came to
her waist and slid to her back and up.  When they hit the bra they fumbled,
finding the clip and it went slack as she kissed him back.  When that kiss
ended he pushed her back and stared at her naked breasts.

   "You like them?" she asked, loving the way his eyes devoured her.

   "They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen." he whispered.

   She arched her back, thrusting her wobbling titties up at him.  "Suck my
nipples a little?"

   "Ohhh Buffy" he sighed.  Then he picked her up like she weighed nothing
and started toward her bedroom.  When he got her there he lay her on the
bed and then, gently, almost reverently, he went to work on her breasts
with his mouth.  With little sucks and nips and licks, he teased her
nipples until they were standing up almost an inch.  Then he sucked each
one harder as she squirmed.  Her hand flailed at his waist, trying to get
his pants undone.

   Clint stood up and tore his shirt off.  Then he dropped his pants,
kicking out of them.  He started to lower his underwear, but she stopped
him.

   "No ...  let me." she said, sitting up.  Slowly she pushed his shorts
down, exposing first his wiry black pubes, and then the base of his cock.
She worked the cloth over the rest of his cock and let it flip up into the
air.

   "Ohhh Clint it's beautiful!" she said.  She caressed the long black
thing in front of her face, admiring it's bend.  He was circumcised and his
cock looked like it was made from some exotic stone, or maybe some wood
like ebony.  It was smooth all along it's length, not knobby and rough like
a lot of pricks Buffy had seen.  It was pointed too, the tip tapered, made
for slipping into a tight woman with a minimum of discomfort.  His scrotum
was full and large and, if anything, even blacker than his cock.  She
grasped his cock firmly and let her lips slide loosely over the tip,
sucking as she got as much of it in her mouth as she could.  Clint groaned
his approval.

   "Put it in me Clint." she said, and lay back on the bed.

   Clint looked at the shapely blond woman on the bed, and at the neon
purple cloth that still covered her sex.  "I don't have a condom." he said.

   Buffy looked into Clint's eyes and licked her lips, which were suddenly
dry.  It wasn't the middle of her cycle but it was hardly safe either. 
"You don't have to use one with me, Clint."

   He leaned over and, as he gripped her bikini panty, she lifted her hips
off the bed.  He sighed as her shaven pussy was exposed.  As she drew her
feet out of the cloth she spread her legs and reached down with two fingers
to spread her pussy lips.  "I want it here." she said.  "In my pussy
Clint."

   Feeling like he was in a dream, Clint climbed onto his very first white
girl.  He started to lie down on her, but her hands came up and pushed at
his chest.

   "I want to watch it go in." said Buffy.  She reached for his cock and
tugged on it as he adjusted himself between her legs.  He watched too as
the black tip of his cock got nearer and nearer to her lily white pussy and
then touched it.  His cock jumped in her hand at that touch, and a drip of
precum oozed out of his cock.  Buffy lifted the tip off her pussy and
milked him, getting more precum out.  Then as it began to slide and drip
off his cock, she positioned it over her gaping pussy lips and let the drip
fall in.  Then she rubbed it in with his cock.

   "Put it in me now Clint." she said.  "Hard!"

   Clint groaned and gave a convulsive thrust.  He skewered her with his
black lance and she squealed as she was roughly filled with prick.

   Clint was very self disciplined in his every day life.  He tried not to
take chances or get into situations where things would get out of control.
He normally studied things for a while before getting involved in them, so
he'd know exactly what to do and would be in control of his destiny.  He
studied hard, worked hard, and played hard.

   And now Clint fucked hard.  But it wasn't because he intended to.  Clint
was lost the minute he felt Buffy's wet, hot, clasping pussy around his
cock.  Instinct kicked in and he thrust violently and rapidly into her. 
His eyes watched her tits wobble and shake as he pounded her pussy.  And
within less than a minute, semen was rushing through his cock and
splattering into Buffy's pussy.  It happened before he could comprehend
what was going on.

   Buffy said "Oh yessssssss" as she felt his liquid offering.

   Clint said "Oh noooooooo" as he realized the thing he had so wanted to
do was already over.  "Oh noooooo" he repeated, slumping down on the soft
girl he had just filled with spunk.  "I'm so sorreeee Buffeeeee" he moaned.

   "It's OK baby" she said.  "You aren't done yet.  And I just love the
feel of nice hot spunk trying to make a baby in me."

   "But I thought you said I didn't need to wear a condom!" gasped Clint.

   "You don't." said Buffy, squeezing his still leaking prick with her
pussy.  "That's part of the thrill for me.  I got my precious Tiffany from
being fucked bareback and I love her so much I just couldn't fuck a man I
like with some barrier that might stop me from having another beautiful
child."

   "Ohhh Buffy" huffed Clint as his cock firmed up.  The idea of making a
baby in this beautiful woman was such a turn on that soon he was able to
slide his smooth cock in and out of her again.  He had just cum, and his
cock was desensitized.  This was the first time in his life this had
happened to him, and Clint loved it.  It felt good probing deep into a very
appreciative and sexy woman, and he made the most of it.  Buffy brought her
knees up to her ears, opening herself as widely as she could so Clint could
get as deep as possible.  She had an orgasm as his prick slicked in and out
of her sopping pussy, and then another as he began sucking her nipples
again.  Then, to get her pussy painted again, she started talking nasty to
him.

   "Clint, baby, do you want to cum in my pussy again?  Do you want to make
a little black baby in my belly Clint.  You want to see little Buffy's
tummy swell up round and tight.  You want my tits to be full of milk for
our baby?  He's going to be a beautiful baby and he'll grow up and fall in
love with Tiffany and then maybe they'll make babies too.  Give me your hot
stuff Clint.  Make that big black prick spurt in me now.  I want to feel
your baby kicking in my womb."

   It worked.  Clint became savage as he pounded her pussy.  "You want my
baby Buffy?  Well here it is!  Clint's making a baby in you ...  right ...
NOW!" He bellowed and jammed his cock into her cervix.  His orgasm was just
as hard as the first one, though he produced less sperm.  This sperm,
though, was thicker and even more packed with sperm than his first wild
spew.

   If there was an egg handy, Buffy would indeed bear Clint his first son.
Time would tell.  For now she just cuddled up in his strong arms, feeling
very safe and happy.

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   Marge Sorenson sat in a booth at the very back of a little place called
"Silk Stockings".  It was a business started by a woman named Kristen, who
got tired of her husband hanging out all the time with his other
philandering cronies in a bar called "Duffy's Tavern".  Her idea was to
establish a place where the women of Centerville could go and get various
fruit juices, fine coffees, vegetable drinks and other liquid treats
without having to submerge themselves in a male oriented environment.

   At Silk Stockings, everything was decorated in pastels, with a lot of
lace and feminine frills that, Kristen knew would discourage men from
entering the place at all.  Kristen hoped she would become financially
independent, at which point she would happily divorce the bastard who paid
more attention to other women than he paid to her.

   And Silk Stockings had been marginally successful.  Especially when she
got a liquor license and added hard liquor to her stock of ...  liquid
treats.  That wasn't advertised in the front window but Kristen had a
streak of bartender in her, and recognized when a woman needed something a
little stiffer than carrot juice.  She had recognized that in Marge several
months ago and now Marge was on her way to making Kristen independently
wealthy.

   Marge was on her third sloe gin fizz when she saw Christy Tinder headed
her way.  They had met at a faculty mixer and, over time, became friends.

   "Marge!" said Christy ebulliently.  "What are you doing here this time
of day?" She sat down with her own concoction, which was equal parts Cognac
and Peach Brandy.

   "I needed a break." said Marge a little thickly.  She didn't hold her
sloe gin fizzes very well.

   "What from, you poor girl?" asked Christy as she sat down and knocked
back a good two ounces of what, to anyone else, would have tasted like
cough medicine.

   "Bill is cheating on me." said Marge, her eyes getting damp.

   "Tell me it's not true!" said Christy, eager now to hear all the lurid
details.

   "It's true." moaned Marge.  "I smell perfume on his clothing sometimes
when he gets home.  Perfume I don't own.  Cheap perfume!

   Christy wanted to be sympathetic, but she had a problem.  Her problem
was that, before she met Ted, she had been ...  experienced ...  in ways
she couldn't admit to him.  The fact was that, during her High School years
at prep school, Christy developed a strong taste for sucking cocks.  And,
in the darkness of her suite at school, which she shared with five other
girls, she had learned to love licking pussy, and getting hers licked too.

   But when she married Ted, she couldn't admit to him that she had engaged
in what she thought of as perversions.  She'd been able to keep her desires
at bay in their early married years, and while she was raising their
daughter.  But now Chelsea was almost ready for High School and didn't seem
to need her mother all that much.

   And Christy's lusts had bubbled to the surface.  She couldn't ask her
husband to let her slurp on his prick, because she was convinced he'd be
horrified.  So she fed her desires with young men who, on pain of being cut
off from her future attentions, could be trusted to be discreet.  There
were several women she dallied with too, all of whom wanted to keep their
secret as much as she did.

   Christy rationalized her indiscretions by virtue of the fact that she
knew Ted had a letch for young girls.  He was forever casting admiring
glances at young women.  Why just the other night he even admitted lusting
after a cheerleader - a High Schooler of all things.  When it first started
it made her feel unattractive and angry.  Like she could compete with
teenagers.  And he rubbed it in her face.  One time he asked her to put her
hair up in dog ears, like a little girl.  She knew if she did she'd look
ridiculous and he'd laugh at her.

   She had become adept at hiding what she referred to as her "little
twisted desires", and acted like what she thought a good University wife
should act like.  So, when he suggested she'd look good in a cheerleader
outfit after ogling that sixteen year old girl, Christy had responded like
any good University wife should respond ...  with derision and disgust. 
And his sex drive had fallen off lately too.

   So Christy Tinder was worried that her husband might be getting his
pipes cleaned with some young girl.  They say misery loves company, and
Christy was miserable enough to want to be company to another miserable
woman.

   "Oh Margie, I'm so sorry.  Are you sure?"

   "Yes.  I spied on him one day too." sniffed Marge.

   "You did?  What happened?" asked a wide eyed Christy.

   "I saw one of those coeds with tits as hard as rocks put her arms around
his neck and kiss him!  That's what happened." Now she was getting ramped
up for a good cry.  "And he kissed her like he hasn't kissed me in YEARS,
Christy ...  not in YEARS."

   There was the obligatory boo-hooing on Marge's part and the obligatory
soft murmurs of sympathy from Christy.  She decided to share her own woes.
"Don't feel too bad Marge, I think Ted is running around on me too."

   Marge stopped crying and looked up.  "What?  But you're beautiful
Christy.  What in the world could he be thinking?"

   Christy blushed.  She had been beautiful once, and the pool boy and the
pizza delivery boy always told her she was gorgeous before they slipped
their lovely hard young cocks into her.  But lately, with all her volunteer
work, and feeling tired so much, not to mention the half bottle of sherry
she seemed to sip each afternoon, she just didn't feel like she kept her
appearance up like she used to.  Ted definitely wasn't paying as much
attention to her either and, definitely didn't seem to want as much sex as
he had in the past.  And then he had gone and actually talked about how
cute that cheerleader was!  The bastard!  What did he think he was doing
... looking at a girl young enough to be his daughter for pity's sake. 
Christy couldn't help it if she'd turned thirty-six.  She had no control
over that.

   "How old are you Marge?" she asked suddenly.

   Marge looked at her through her eyelashes.  "Why would you want to know
that Christy?" she hedged.

   Christy sighed.  "Marge, I'm thirty-six and Ted is forty.  Maybe he's
going through that mid-life crisis you hear about."

   Marge felt relieved.  Now that Christy had said her age it was OK for
some reason.  "Well I'm thirty-five, but Bill is only thirty-eight!  Surely
they can't feel old at that age."

   "I don't know about them, but compared to those long legged
see-my-nipples-aren't-I-cute college girls they're around all the time I
feel positively ancient.  And you probably do too, right?"

   Marge frowned.  "Yes.  Far too old for what Bill has in mind."

   "Huh?"

   "I should have know that coming from a big family he wasn't listening
when I said I didn't want to have children.  After nine years of marriage
he still wants to get me pregnant!"

   Christy bit her lip.  She sorely wanted to be pregnant again.  That's
what sex was for.  She was hurt and disgusted that her husband had wanted
it ALL THE TIME without caring if she got pregnant or not.  Now he was
fantasizing about other women.

   "But what can we DO about it?"

   A new voice broke in from nearby.  "Pardon me, but do you mind if I sit
down here?"

   Both women looked at the new arrival.  She was a severe looking young
woman of indeterminate age, though certainly younger than twenty-five.  Her
hair was dark and pulled back into a bun.  She wore black framed glasses
and her face had a pinched look, as if she were hungry all the time.  She
was wearing a dark gray sweater with a rollover neck and black cargo pants.
Though they didn't know it, both older women thought "Dyke" at the same
time.

   "Do we know you?" asked Marge.

   "No, but I know you." The girl sat down.  "My name is Jennifer ... 
Jennifer Thompson.  My boyfriend is John Willy.  You don't know either of
us but I couldn't help overhearing part of your conversation and I think we
might have something in common."

   "You shouldn't eavesdrop, young woman." said Marge stiffly.

   "You're Mrs.  Sorenson, aren't you?" asked the girl, addressing Marge.
Before Marge could answer, or decide not to, the girl turned to Christy and
added "And you're Professor Tinder's wife."

   "Who are you and what do you want?" demanded Christy.  "If you think you
can blackmail us with some overheard gossip I'll call the police right
now!"

   The girl held up her hand.  "Wait a minute, don't get upset.  I saw you
both at a faculty dinner.  John took me because he was invited to attend by
Professor Tinder.  John is treasurer of the Economics Club and I believe
your husband is the sponsor."

   Christy still hadn't heard anything interesting.  "And your point is?"
she prodded.

   I know who your husbands are sleeping with." said the girl simply.

   "WHAT?!" came the twin chorus from the two older women.

   "They're sleeping with the same little bitch who's been sleeping with my
boyfriend John." She said it dead pan, like she could care less.  "Her
name's Buffy.  I don't know her last name, but I know where she lives. 
She's fornicating with seven or eight guys.  She's a major slut and will
drop her panties for anybody."

   Up to this point neither Marge or Christy would have been comfortable
inviting a total stranger into their conversation.  But the information
just delivered to them had insulated their brains from such minor etiquette
problems as the possibility of scandal.

   "How do you know this?" asked Marge, all business now.

   "I know this because John begged me for months to let him have sex with
me and then, suddenly, he stopped.  It was like he no longer cared about
sex at all.  I was relieved at first, but then I got suspicious.  He was
just too happy sometimes when we met to go somewhere.  So I did a little
spying of my own," she looked at Marge when she said it.  "and I looked
through a window and saw her putting her filthy little mouth on his filthy
little penis."

   "Filthy?" asked Christy.  Something about the way this girl said
"filthy" made it sound extraordinarily ...  filthy.

   "I had hoped he would be pure for our wedding night, when I will be
forced to submit to his lusts, though I can promise you I won't do THAT for
him!  Now, it appears I will have to require that he use a condom until I
am convinced he has no diseases from this slutty little piece of shit."

   Christy was really curious now.  "How long have you and John been ... 
engaged?" she asked.

   "Well, we've been dating two and a half years." said Jennifer.  "He
hasn't officially proposed to me because we aren't far enough along in
school.  Why?"

   "And in two and a half years you've never ...  had sex with your
boyfriend?"

   "Of course not.  I know that sex is nasty and painful.  My mother made
sure I understood that when I was growing up.  She wanted me to be saved
from the casual lusts of men who would hurt me and then leave me in the
gutter.  I am a virgin, and will remain one until my wedding night.  Then,
as is proper, I'll submit to having my husband's baby.  Hopefully that will
happen quickly so it isn't necessary to debase myself longer than
absolutely necessary in our marriage bed."

   "Oh my word." sighed Marge, darting a look at Christy.

   "What is it exactly that you want?" asked Christy.

   "I have followed the trollop and identified all the men she is
fornicating with.  Besides your husbands, and my boyfriend, there are two
other girls whose relationships with their boyfriends are threatened by
this hussy.  There are some single men too, but I don't care about them.  I
propose we invite the other two girls to a meeting and make a plan to tar
and feather Buffy-the-slut before riding her out of town on a rail."

   Christy hid a smile.  This poor misguided young woman had been severely
scarred by her ignorant, if well meaning mother and was probably actually
dangerous under certain circumstances.

   Still, the idea of facing down this Buffy person with a group of women
behind her appealed to Christy.  "I suspect that there isn't any tar OR
feathers to be found around here, unless you tear open a pillow or
something.  And I rather believe that the Police would take a dim view of a
bunch of women riding anyone out of town on a rail.  But I do believe we
might be able to scare this girl off if we approached her as a group."

   Jennifer smiled a tight smile.  "Meet me back here Wednesday.  Is two a
good time for you?  I'll get the other girls here."

   Marge and Christy watched Jennifer walk out of the little shop.

   "That's one messed up girl." said Christy.  "Sex is wonderful as long as
it gets you pregnant," she sighed wistfully

   Marge frowned.  "Sex is wonderful so long as you DON'T get pregnant.  I
don't even understand why she even WANTS a boyfriend who doesn't understand
that."

   "We can agree to disagree on that point Marge," said her friend.  "But
in any case something needs to be done about this Buffy person.

   Marge laughed.  "Well, who knows?  If our new friend Jennifer doesn't
strike fear in ...  what did she call her?  Buffy-the-slut? ...  I don't
know what will.  I'd sure hate to have Jennifer pissed off at me."

   Christy smiled.  "You just make sure that if you fuck around to get back
at Bill, that you don't fuck around with the ...  what is it ... 
treasurer? Yeah, just be sure you don't fuck the treasurer of the Economics
club."

   Both women felt a little better for having laughed, and left the shop
together.

   The Wednesday meeting took place and Jennifer did, in fact, bring two
more girls.  One was named Alice, and the other Melinda.  Before the
meeting was over both Marge and Christy had second thoughts.  All three of
the young women seemed to be throwbacks to some puritanical time when
witches were burned.  But there would be five of them to face
Buffy-the-married-man-fucker, and that was really what counted.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   Buffy didn't know what to do with herself.  Uncle Bob had called and
asked if he could have Tiffany for the weekend to take her to a local
carnival and spend time with his adopted great niece ...  or granddaughter
...  or four year old pal.  So now Buffy, having finished her homework, had
a whole weekend free to do whatever she wished and she didn't know quite
how to react to it.  She was thinking about calling Clint to see if he
wanted to go someplace, or do something, or perhaps fuck her brains out,
when her doorbell chimed.

   She opened it to find five decidedly hostile looking women at her
doorstep.  Buffy recognized them all.  She knew each of them intimately,
even though they'd never been formally introduced nor had spent any time
together.  "The chickens have come home to roost." she thought wryly to
herself.  She almost laughed because, as they stood there, the women
reminded her a little of a group of hens in the barnyard, milling around,
making jerky little movements with their heads and acting more or less
unhappy.

   Buffy wasn't concerned for her safety.  Her studies in the martial arts
would serve her well if anything got physical.  The fact that Buffy was
fucking each and every one of these women's significant others made it
perfectly clear why these particular five women were together and at her
door.  Prevaricating or denying things wouldn't work - she knew that
instinctively.  So, she decided to play it straight.

   "Good evening ladies, won't you please come in?" she offered, stepping
back and opening the door wide.

   They filed in, like a row of ducklings.  Jennifer was leading them,
which was interesting.  She was apparently their leader.  No one took a
seat, though, and they fanned out in a semi circle that, had they known
they were doing it, would have been threatening.  But they had no clue as
to tactics, and this was obvious to Buffy.  So she stepped into the kill
zone of this particular ambush and smiled widely.

   "I'm so glad to meet you all finally.  We have a lot to talk about!"

   "Well, you have nerve!" Marge gasped

   "Of course I do" said Buffy, still smiling.  That's one reason you
ladies are here."

   Experience and the social totem pole expressed itself as Christy
frowned. "What brought us here is the fact that you're fucking our husbands
...  er boyfriends." She looked unsettled for a second.  "You're trying to
take our men!"

   Buffy didn't back down.  "Take your men?  Don't make me laugh!  Pick
them up from the refuse heap where you've tossed them, maybe." she said
firmly.

   There was a general hubbub of uncomplimentary comments from the
assembled group but, amazingly, when Buffy held up her hands facing the
group they quieted.

   "Look, I know why you're here, and I know why you're upset and I don't
blame you at all."

   Jennifer, uncharacteristically, had been tongue tied when she actually
faced Buffy.  She finally found her voice.  "Then you'll understand why
we're going to kick your whore ass, you bitch!"

   She took a step forward, balling her fist, but was shocked to see Buffy
step toward her instead of away.  Their noses only inches apart Buffy said
in a low and decidedly dangerous voice "I wouldn't recommend you try that
Jennifer, because I'll hand you your head if you do."

   Maybe it was the fact that she appeared to be completely ignoring the
other women as she addressed Jennifer.  Maybe it was the fact she didn't
seem to be the least bit uncomfortable at being so completely outnumbered.
Maybe it was something in her voice.  For whatever reason, Jennifer felt
her anger turn to something very close to fear.

   She didn't like that one bit.

   "You can't just ruin our lives and think you're going to get away with
it!" she rasped.  Her hands hurt from being clenched so tightly and she
loosened them.  She didn't like having to do that either.  She'd had
fantasies of Buffy begging for her life ...  groveling at Jennifer's feet
as virtue triumphed over the slut.

   "Tell you what," said Buffy, stepping back.  Somehow it didn't look like
she was retreating.  Marge had to admire the girl.  She sure had presence.
"Why don't we sit down, and have some tea and discuss this like adults.  I
don't think your lives are as ruined as you obviously do, and I think I can
prove that."

   "You can't be serious!" gasped Alice.  Before Buffy came along Alice had
Mike right where she wanted him.  He'd do anything to get her to let him
touch her breasts.  She didn't even have to THINK about letting him do
anything else.  He was putty in her hands.  Now, though, after he'd met
Buffy, there were nights during the week when he didn't even call or come
over.  Her life had most certainly been ruined as far as she was concerned.

   Melinda agreed.  Before Buffy, she was sure she had almost trained
Boomer out of that horrible habit he had of masturbating before each game.
She had gotten quite good at getting the nasty procedure done very quickly
and efficiently.  She had been trying to convince him that it was all in
his head, and that he didn't really have to debase himself to do well.  And
then ...  Buffy.  He worked with the perverted girl, who encouraged him to
masturbate and, according to Jennifer, had even had SEX with her future
breadwinner.  Now he insisted every single time that he just HAD to do it.
Like winning a football game was actually important!  Melinda was molding
Boomer to take over her father's plumbing supplies sales route.  Then he'd
REALLY be important, and she could lord it over Cindy Whittaker back home.
Buffy had gotten her plans off track, and she agreed with Alice one hundred
percent.

   Neither girl, however, had the courage to actually speak up.  Jennifer
had said they wouldn't have to say anything and that just their presence
would make Buffy curl up and die.  The only problem was that Buffy wasn't
curling up ...  OR dying.

   "Whose husband has asked for a divorce?" asked Buffy stridently.  "Whose
boyfriend has dumped her?" When no one answered she went on.  "They HAVEN'T
done these things because they still LOVE you!" she yelled.  "They don't
want ME!"

   There was a pause as the women tried to process that obvious lie.  Why
would they all fuck her if they didn't want her?

   She bored on.  "They want what YOU won't give them!" She closed the
door. "Now, SIT DOWN and act your ages!" she thundered.

   Melinda sat first, possibly because she was standing right in front of
the couch, but more likely because she was used to taking orders.  Marge
and Christy looked at each other thoughtfully and then moved to take seats.
That only left Jennifer and Alice still standing, and Buffy, of course. 
Buffy, rather than continuing her demanding attitude, just said "I'll put
on a pot for tea.  I think I have some cookies too.  There's no reason we
can't be civilized about this.  You ladies talk amongst yourselves and I'll
be right back."

   Then she walked into the kitchen.

   It was an open doorway, so Buffy could hear them.  They obviously knew
that because there was a lot of hushed whispering that went on in the
living room as they tried to sort out where their plan had gone all wrong.
Buffy let them stew about it while she brought water to boil and got six
cups and some tea bags ready on a platter.  All she had was Hydrox cookies,
but what woman didn't love chocolate?

   She walked back into the living room bearing the tray and all
conversation hushed.  She set the tray on the coffee table and began to
pour hot water into the cups.

   Christy had been looking around the apartment, doing what all women do
when they're in another woman's space ...  judging.  The place was clean
and neat, though not opulent by any means.  The furnishings were
inexpensive.  If this woman fucked for money, she was obviously not
spending it on ...  "stuff".  She had also seen several pictures of Buffy,
her blond hair shining in each photo, and a small, cute little girl.

   "Who's the child in the pictures?" she asked.

   "That's my daughter Tiffany." answered Buffy as if they were all friends
from the local quilt guild.  "She's four, almost five.  She's off visiting
her Uncle this weekend."

   "And the father ...?" asked Christy, trying to get in a social barb. 
She assumed Buffy had gotten knocked up by accident, because she was a
slut, and the father took off.

   "I don't get to see him any more.  He was my counselor at summer camp. I
think he's working in a Broadway play in New York.  I had Tiffany when I
was fifteen."

   Jennifer hissed "You are SUCH a slut!"

   "OK, I'm a slut." agreed Buffy amiably.  "Now.  You ladies are upset
because I had sex with your men." She paused for an instant and then said
"Though, as far as I can tell I didn't deprive any of you of anything you
wanted."

   That caused startled looks on the faces of Marge and Christy.

   Buffy tossed out a baited hook.  "But, like I said, I understand your
unhappiness with me.  But I also know WHY each of your men wanted to have
sex with me.  YOU probably do NOT know why.  If you did, your men would NOT
go looking outside your bedrooms for what they crave."

   "THAT is the FIRST thing!" yelled Jennifer.  "I am a VIRGIN, and MY
bedroom is open only to my HUSBAND!  I'll be a virgin until I'm in my
WEDDING BED!" she screeched.

   Buffy poured a cup and handed it to Jennifer, whose hand was shaking. 
But she took it automatically.  Then, looking at it in distaste, she set it
back on the coffee table.

   "Jennifer, you'll be a virgin on your DEATH bed if you keep that
attitude." said Buffy conversationally.

   Marge found herself nodding in agreement and clenched her neck muscles
to stop herself.  She wasn't here to agree with this little tramp!

   "Just because you're a whore slut doesn't mean that the rest of us have
to act that way." said Jennifer hotly.

   "And just because you don't think having sex is any fun, or a worthwhile
endeavor, doesn't mean your boyfriend has to agree with you." shot back
Buffy.  "John loves you and wants you to be his wife.  But he wants a wife
who is in love with ALL of him, and that means she needs to love his PRICK
just as much as she loves the rest of him.  I know what your mother taught
you about sex, but I, for one, think she was crazy.  There's nothing wrong
with a healthy sex life ...  but you can't HAVE a healthy sex life if you
don't have SEX!"

   "That would make me a whore like you!" growled Jennifer.

   "That would make you a woman, who would be a lot happier than you are
right now, because you'd get rid of all that tension locked up inside you
and your man would do anything you asked him to do.  That would make you a
full human being instead of the hung up prude you are now.  What you need
to do is find a man who hates sex like you do.  THEN you'd BOTH be happy!".

   "I don't hate sex!" yelled Jennifer.  "Sex is fine for having babies,
but that's all!"

   "Fine.  Get a man who thinks the same way - if one exists!  Sister, have
YOU got a lot to learn" shot back Buffy.  She turned to the two older
women. "Is she right?  Are you ladies tired of all that nasty sex your
husbands have been forcing on you since you had children?"

   "Of course not." snorted Marge.  "I'm not getting ENOUGH sex.  That's my
problem.  You've been getting everything he has and then he doesn't have
anything left for me!"

   Buffy crossed her arms under her breasts.  "You remember that trip you
took to the Hamptons, to visit your mother?  You were gone two days?"

   Marge nodded.

   "Well Bill and I spent those two days in bed.  He ejaculated four times
the first day and FIVE times the next day.  He was trying to get me to stay
for ANOTHER go-round but I knew you were due back any time.  Now every
other time we've been together he's only shot off once or maybe twice. 
Don't tell me he doesn't have enough left for you!  He's got PLENTY left
for a woman he desires!"

   There were gasps from the women.  Buffy saw Marge's face fall and she
knew the woman was wounded.  "Marge, don't do that" she said.  "Don't give
up just because you don't know what brings out the best in your husband. 
YOU could be having those five ejaculations in one day if you'd just loosen
up and get sexy like you used to do."

   "But that's so ...  juvenile!" complained Marge.  "All that parading
around, and wearing things that don't fit me and talking nasty and ... 
it's just so teenage!" She frowned.  "Besides, I'm ugly compared to you.  I
can't compete."

   "Oh, so you're ugly now.  I'll have you know that Ted Tinder just loves
to call me Marge when he's boffing my socks off.  He begs me to call him
"Studly".  Isn't that the nick name you gave him when you were dancing a
few years back?"

   Christy went frosty and stood up facing her friend.  "YOU TOO?!" she
howled.  "Isn't it bad enough that this hussy is fucking our husbands?  Do
you have to cheat with him TOO?" She started for the door.

   Buffy opened it for her.  "I promise not to tell them about the pool
boy."

   Christy faltered.

   "Or the paper boy ...  or the gardener ...  or Dean Jenkins."

   "Dean JENKINS?!" gasped Marge.  Dean Jenkins was a woman.

   Christy's shoulders slumped.

   "Sit back down Christy.  If you'd turn some of that sexual energy Ted's
way, instead of spending it all on strangers, he wouldn't come looking for
me.  You're so caught up in your fantasies that you've forced out your best
partner for fantasies.  Why do you think Ted mentions cheerleaders to you?
You think he's rubbing it in?  All he wants is to play some games.  Ted
would play any part you want and, if I know him, he'd go out and find the
right guy for the job if he couldn't do it himself." Buffy uncrossed her
arms.  "AND, if you wanted to, I imagine he'd take Marge into bed with you
too.  By the way, he's never made a move on her ...  only fantasized.  Well
there was the rubbing up against each other part I suppose, but Marge
initiated that I think."

   Marge blushed.  "I couldn't help it.  We were dancing."

   Christy tried to stay angry, but there was some evidence that Buffy knew
Christy had a little letch for women too.  She hadn't mentioned the two
women besides Dean Jenkins that Christy had made mad glorious love with,
but she sure seemed to know everything else Christy was doing.  She gave it
a try anyway.  "And just what makes you think I'm interested in women?"

   Buffy just smiled.  "We're all interested in women when you dig deep
enough.  Aren't you two best friends?"

   Marge was looking aghast at her best friend.

   Christy colored up now.  Maybe Buffy didn't know for sure.  But maybe
she did and was just being kind.  Why would she be kind?  She was thinking
so hard about that that she didn't answer.

   Marge stuttered.  "Christy?  What's she talking about Christy?  Surely
you don't ..."

   "Shut up Marge" said Christy irritably.  "We're not here to talk about
us.  We're here to talk about Buffy fucking our men." The fact that she
used Buffy's name was not lost on Buffy.  Now it was "Buffy" instead of
"this tramp" or "this whore".  She had them off balance.  Now she just had
to keep it going.

   Jennifer was fired up again.  "Women who do those things together are
WORSE than whores!" she barked.  "I, for one am not going to stand around
listening to this trollop suggest we should all become whores and lesbians
like her.  I'm leaving!  Who's coming with me?"

   All four of the other women present raised their eyebrows significantly.
All this had been Jennifer's idea in the first place.  And now she wanted
to just walk away?  Nothing had been decided.  NOTHING!  No promise had
been exacted from Buffy that she would cease and desist in her amorous
dealings with the men.  If they left now nothing would have been
accomplished at all, except that they would be running with their tails
tucked between their legs.

   Christy dredged up the voice she had used with her own children when she
meant business and wanted them to know it.  "Jennifer, sit down.  You got
us into this mess and you're not going anywhere.  We came here for a
purpose and we're going to pursue that purpose."

   All four women looked daggers at Jennifer.  She sat and pouted.

   "And just what WAS your purpose for coming here?" asked Buffy.  She bit
into a cookie like she hadn't a care in the world.

   "We came here to make you stop seeing our husbands ...  er ...  men."
said Marge.

   "Wouldn't you rather arrange things so your ...  men ...  wouldn't WANT
to see me any more?  Wouldn't you rather they didn't NEED me any more? 
Wouldn't you rather they chased after YOU the way they chase after ME?" Her
delivery would have been theatrical, but for the cookie crumbs that fell
from her lips as she delivered this alternative to what was clearly a
failing plan.

   "If we scratched her eyes out they wouldn't chase after her any more."
muttered Jennifer.

   "Oh shut UP Jennifer," growled Christy.  "You are so prudish I'm
surprised you even got your boyfriend out on a second date."

   Buffy coughed.  "Jennifer got her boyfriend out on a second date because
she badgered him, telling him what a failure he was, and how she could help
him be successful.  Jennifer isn't interested in John as a male.  He
represents comfort and money and station in life that she doesn't know how
to get any other way.  Jennifer's relationship is mercenary."

   "That's NOT true!" yelled Jennifer.  John really DOES need me to help
him succeed.  All men need a strong wife to show them how to live ...  to
overcome the stupidity all males are born with." She realized what she'd
said and her mouth snapped closed.  She darted looks at the other women. 
"My mother told me so." she added, trying to salvage things, and only
proving that she was her mother's puppet.

   "You've never had an orgasm, have you Jennifer?" said Buffy gently.

   "Of course not." Jennifer sniffed.

   Buffy looked at the other women.  "She's ..  what? ...  twenty three?
... and she's never had an orgasm, ladies.  THIS is your leader?"

   Christy and Marge were looking at Jennifer like she had two noses. 
Alice and Melinda actually laughed out loud, even though the orgasms they'd
had were accidental and had scared them both almost to death.  Both had
discovered that feeling in the bathtub and had been horrified that it would
show when they next saw a human being.

   "Look" said Buffy.  "Let's cut to the chase.  You want your men to be
interested in YOU.  I can help you with that and I will.  You may not
believe it but I never intended to get into relationships with men who were
taken.  I could tell you the stories, but the point is they were all
mistakes.  I DON'T pick men who already have wives or girlfriends." She
decided it wouldn't help her cause if she admitted she had gone after
Melinda's man on purpose, just to spite Melinda.  She pushed "In fact I
have my own boyfriend now and I'd sort of like it if YOUR men weren't so
demanding on my time."

   Christy's mouth was hanging open.  "You DO have nerve!  I SWEAR I've
never SEEN such nerve.  You're acting like this is all OUR fault!"

   Buffy turned to her.  "OK, let's just start with you.  You have
fantasies that you live out with men and ...  others ...  besides Ted.  It
turns out that Ted has fantasies that he lives out with me.  Now wouldn't
it make a hell of a lot more sense if you two lived out your fantasies with
each other?"

   "Well of course, if you look at it that way, but ..."

   "So, the next time Ted comes home you dress up in one of Marge's
outfits. Have her give you the one she danced with him in when she rubbed
up against him."

   Christy got red in the face and started to turn to Marge.  "STOP" said
Buffy.  "All men have a wandering eye.  YOUR job is to see where it wanders
and then make sure that YOU become what he thinks he wants.  It's like
being an actress.  You play a part and, if you're convincing, the audience
buys it and loves you for it."

   "But he'd know it was Marge's dress!" complained Christy.  "And that
would be like telling him it's OK to lust after my best friend!" She
glanced at Marge.  "The woman who USED to be my best friend ...  before she
rubbed her fat pussy against my husband's cock!"

   "I told you to stop that." said Buffy sternly.  "Here's how you deal
with that problem.  Listen to me.  I'm you, OK?  And you're Ted." Buffy
swayed her hips and walked toward Christy.  She put one finger by Christy's
neck and slowly drew it down between Christy's breasts.  She spoke in a
sultry voice.  "Welcome home darling.  You can see I have on Marge's dress,
Teddy.  Or should I say Studly?  Yes, I know all about what happened when
you danced with Marge in this very dress.  You've been a very bad boy
Studly, making a move on my best friend.  Well, you can't have her.  Bill
won't share.  Isn't that sad Studly?  But she loaned me this dress, and you
can have ME Studly.  You can take this dress off of me and you can stick
your big old nasty cheating cock in my pussy and I'll even let you call me
Marge.  What do you think of that Studly?"

   Buffy stepped back.  Christy was breathing hard, but that's because
Buffy's female presence and sexual attitude appealed to that part of
Christy that liked girls.  "It sounded stupid." she said.

   Buffy turned to the other women.  "Are we all agreed that it sounded
stupid?"

   Now the women didn't know which way to respond.  Buffy cut them off
anyway.  "And are we all agreed that, when a man is thinking with his
little head, stupid ideas seem amazingly rational and believable?"

   Now all the women nodded unconsciously.

   "What if it didn't work?" asked Christy.  "What if he laughed at me?"

   Then that's when you take him by the balls and sit him down and TALK to
him about your relationship.  You tell him you're willing to do whatever it
takes to make the relationship better, but that you have to have HIS help
to do it.  You communicate and you find out what he wants or needs and then
you decide whether or not you can do it.  And then you tell him what YOU
need and want, and then HE decides whether or not he can do it."

   Alice spoke up.  "I know what Mike wants.  He wants oral sex.  He wants
me to put my mouth on his penis and then he wants to put his mouth on my
vagina." She shuddered at the thought.

   "But you won't do that Alice." said Buffy.  "Why not Alice?  Tell us why
you won't let him pleasure you with his mouth."

   Alice was on the defensive now.  "It's nasty!" she said.  "That's where
pee comes from.  I'm not putting my mouth on where he pees.  And if he put
his mouth where I pee I could never kiss him again.  It's gross!  It's just
nasty!"

   "And you know it's so nasty because it was nasty the first time you did
it, right?" asked Buffy.

   "NO!  I've NEVER done it.  I told you it's nasty!"

   Buffy saw Christy take a breath.  The look on her face gave her away. 
It was obvious she disagreed with Alice - a LOT.  But Buffy thought it
would be better if Christy's desires came out a little later.  So she cut
her off before she could say anything.  "Who here loves fried eggplant?"
asked Buffy.

   The women all stared at her.

   "Come on, one of you loves fried egg plant.  Who is it?" demanded Buffy.

   Alice raised her hand like she was afraid she'd be called on.

   "OK, now who HATES eggplant?  I know at least one of you won't eat
eggplant." Marge and Jennifer, of all people, raised their hands.

   Buffy turned to Melinda.  "Melinda, have you ever had fried eggplant?"

   "No" said Melinda.  "But what's that got to do ...."

   "So who do you believe?" Buffy bored in.  "Do you believe Alice?  She
says it's wonderful.  Or do you believe Jennifer?  She hates it ...  says
it's nasty.  Which one do you believe?"

   "I don't know" complained Melinda.  "I've never tried it.  I'd have to
try it."

   Buffy folded her arms and turned back to Alice.  "You have decided, for
whatever reason, that oral sex means you'll taste pee.  Have you never
heard of a shower?  Don't you own a washcloth?  I'll loan you some soap,
OK? Just suck the boy's dick once or twice and see what it's like!  I know
what's going to happen when he licks your pussy.  The top of your head is
going to blow off and you'll be addicted to it for life.  But you won't
know that until you TRY it once!"

   "But what if it ...  his stuff ...  gets in my mouth?" whined Alice.

   "Then you swallow something that will probably be either slightly salty
or slightly sweet, or will have no taste whatsoever.  But Mike will be your
SLAVE, Melinda!  If you do that one little thing for him, and let him do it
for you, and tell him how much you LOVE it when he does it for you, you
will OWN him.  Isn't that worth trying just once?"

   "I wouldn't know how to do it right." said Alice in a small voice.

   "If that's your only problem, you have no problem." Buffy turned back to
Melinda.  Melinda's face was all wrinkled up like a prune.

   "I know what you're thinking Melinda," said Buffy.  "You're thinking
about all that creamy sperm slithering down Alice's throat."

   "EEEWWWWW" said Melinda.

   Buffy turned to the other women.  "Melinda masturbates Boomer before
each game.  It's his lucky charm.  Melinda uses rubber gloves because she
doesn't want to get Boomer's sperm on her skin."

   "It's NASTY!" squealed Melinda.

   "I thought we just had this discussion." said Buffy.

   "Yes, but I HAVE felt his ...  stuff on my gloves.  It's SLIMY!  And it
looks cold." She shuddered.

   "It's just like body lotion" said Buffy.  "It's slippery, not slimy. 
It's his body temperature when it comes out, just like his lips when you're
kissing.  It contains protein, plasma, sperm cells, ascorbic acid, calcium,
fructose, sodium, vitamin B12 and about thirty other compounds, many of
which are very good for the skin."

   Now was the time to get Christy to take her side.  She turned to
Christy. "Christy, be honest.  When a man splashes your skin with sperm,
don't you rub it in?"

   Christy started to get upset again, but then took in a big breath.  This
Buffy person seemed to know her stuff.  "Yes" she said shortly.

   "Ooooooo" said Alice.

   Christy didn't like the sound of that "Ooooooo".  "It makes my skin feel
soft and supple.  I like the feel of that warm fluid." She turned to Alice.
"And it tastes good too!"

   There were two little "Oooooo"s at her last words.

   "So you want me to jack him off and let it get all over my hands."
huffed Melinda.

   "No, that's not precisely what I think you should do." said Buffy.  When
she saw Melinda begin to puff up she went on.  "I think you should lie
naked on the floor and let Boomer squirt all over you."

   "You can't be serious." gasped Melinda.

   "Boomer thinks that beating off before a game is the only way he'll kick
the ball well, right?" asked Buffy.

   "Yes, it's so stupid." huffed Melinda.  "No one with a brain would think
that masturbating makes you a better kicker."

   "It doesn't matter what anybody except Boomer thinks.  In HIS mind, it's
important.  And that MAKES it important.  Now, suppose you suggested that
if he not only beat off, but shot on your naked body, you could wear his
spunk to the game on your skin.  He'd know you were up there in the stands,
with his cum rubbed into your skin.  He could probably extend his kick by
twenty yards.  And, if you convinced him of that, he'd believe it and have
to ejaculate on your body every time.  Now imagine how hard he'd try if,
after a game where his kick made the difference between winning and losing,
he knew he'd be able to make sweet, glorious love to you as a reward.  It
would become his good luck charm.  He COULDN'T make love to me, because
that would ruin the luck.  He could ONLY make love to YOU, because YOU are
his good luck charm."

   Melinda could see the logic of it, and believed Buffy was probably
right. She probably COULD substitute herself as his good luck charm.  But
who cared about that.  It was just a stupid game.

   Buffy saw the look in her eye.  "I'll tell you something else Melinda.
You need to make up your mind about this soon, because I'm here to tell you
Boomer is never going to sell toilets.  He's never going to join your
daddy's business or move back to Carbondale.  He wants to teach and coach,
and that's what he's going to do.  And his football career means a lot to
him Melinda.  If you can't help him with that, you're wasting your time. 
You may as well find some other schmuck to take home to daddy, cause it
isn't going to be Boomer."

   Melinda was shocked.  "HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH?" she yelled. 
How do you know all our names?  How do you know all about us?  How do you
even know about Carbondale and my father?

   "Duh!" said Buffy.  "I sleep with your men.  They tell me things.  They
pour out their hearts to me because I listen to them.  And I listen to them
because I LIKE them.  They're nice guys for the most part.  If you'd
concentrate on that you'd do much better too ...  ALL of you."

   The attitude of the women who had come to exact revenge, or at least
obeisance from Buffy had subtly altered.  It suffered from their exposure
to a woman who was blatantly sexual, which they had thought was slutty, but
who seemed so caring and concerned about others and ...  well ...  normal!
They'd expected a smelly dirty cunt, but what they got was nothing like
that at all.  And her arguments sounded so ...  reasonable.

   Jennifer was the only real holdout.  Twenty three years of brainwashing
by her mother was not going to be easy to overcome.  It might even take
something traumatic to open her eyes to new possibilities.  Buffy couldn't
worry about that right now, though.  She had to capitalize on her gains
with the other four women.

   "OK." she said.  "I've told you what I think.  I didn't pull any
punches. I don't pretend that what I've done with your men is socially
acceptable, but I DO think you can do something about it if you are willing
to become partners with them, instead of trying to change them.  We're
dealing with very primitive instincts here, after all.  Men, deep down
inside, want to spread their seed and make babies.  You aren't going to
change that.  So I guess you just have to make the decision as to whether
or not you're willing to do what it takes to satisfy them ...  or dump them
and find someone else who thinks about things more like you do."

   "That's pretty harsh." said Alice.

   "I'm just trying to be realistic." said Buffy.  "Even if I moved out of
town and never saw any of them again, do you think they'd stop looking for
that special thrill?  Come on, I'm not the best looking woman in the world.

   "You put most of us to shame." complained Melinda.

   Buffy snorted.  "A little makeover work and all of you would leave me
standing in the dust."

   Alice snorted back.  "Your boobs are much bigger than mine."

   Buffy didn't snort this time.  "Alice, your boobs are perfect as far as
most men are concerned.  They just want a nice hard nipple to suck on and a
little flesh to feel up, and you have both of those.  You bare those boobs
to any man and he'll spring to attention."

   "She's right about that." commented Christy.  "I sag more than a little,
but that hasn't made any difference at all to ...  well, it hasn't made any
difference."

   "It's OK to talk about something that we now all know about." said
Buffy. "All those other men ...  and the women too I bet, have loved your
breasts."

   "OK, OK, you're right." said Christy blushing.  But I'm not so sure
about all that spreading-of-seed stuff.  I raised our daughter.  Why would
I want to get pregnant again?

   "Nobody says you have to get pregnant." said Buffy.  "But I can tell you
right now that Ted loves the idea that he's knocking a woman up.  It makes
him feel like a man.  You can pretend you're vulnerable ...  TELL him
you're vulnerable ...  warn him that if he gets frisky it could have
repercussions.  He'll be lying on top of you moaning and groaning within
ten minutes.  I know it."

   Marge spoke up.  "I wish Bill wanted more children."

   Buffy looked surprised.  "Why do you think he talks about all those
battles when he's making love.  He wants to be the conqueror.  He wants to
take the spoils of war.  He wants to make babies in the vanquished women.
It's something men have done for millennia.  When you win the war you get
your pick of the fertile women.  I think what he likes is a little
reluctance on the part of the conquered female."

   Marge looked thoughtful.  "OK, so say we decide we want our men enough
to do ...  those things you were talking about.  I wouldn't even know how
to start going about it.  I mean you gave me some examples, but I don't
know how to play act like that."

   "And I don't know how to ...  use my mouth on Mike." said Alice.

   "And I don't know if I could really stand feeling ...  stuff all over
me." said Melinda worriedly.

   "And I'm sure that if I just started being completely frank with Ted
that he'd think I was some kind of slut.  I just know he thinks oral sex is
wrong." said Christy.

   Buffy was about to tell Christy just how wrong she was about that, but
she was cut off.

   "And I think you're all CRAZY!" shouted Jennifer.  "You just CAN'T start
acting like sluts just to keep a man wrapped around your little finger!"

   Buffy faced her.  "So you're just going to tell John to fuck off and
die?"

   Jennifer's face took on a look of panic.  John was her first boyfriend
who lasted more than a week or two.  Buffy had been right about her
attitude putting men off.  And he was so smart, and was going to go so far
in life.  "I didn't say that." she said sullenly.

   Buffy thought for a minute.  "What if you had a chance to ... 
practice?" she asked.

   "Practice on who?" asked Christy suspiciously.

   "Well, all your men cheated on you, right?  Would it be so terribly
wrong for you to cheat a little on them?  Just to practice what you need to
do to make them your happy?"

   "Just when I think you can't possibly surprise me again ...  you do."
said Christy heavily.

   "Practice on who?" asked Alice, taking up Christy's unanswered question.

   "I can find you men to practice with.  I can guarantee they'll be
discreet.  I MIGHT even be able to make sure they're safe and healthy.  And
you can always use condoms for your ...  practice."

   "This is INSANE!" shouted Jennifer.

   "And nobody would ever know?" asked Melinda timidly.

   "I'm sure I can make them be very discreet." said Buffy.

   "How" asked Christy.  She was still suspicious.

   "I know of five or six young men who all want to have sex with me.  The
condition would be that, if they discharged their ...  duties ...  to you
girls, and kept their mouths shut ...  I'd let them.

   "You are SUCH A SLUT!" howled Jennifer.

   "Are any of them virgins?" asked Christy, licking her lips.

   "Do I detect a fantasy lurking back there in your mind?" asked Buffy
smiling.

   Christy blushed again, but didn't say anything.  Buffy took the plunge.
"I don't know for sure, but there might be one or two virgins in the
bunch."

   "Who are these men?" asked Marge.

   "What you don't know you can't be questioned about." said Buffy
mysteriously.  "Are any of you interested?"

   "Would they only do what we told them to do?" asked Melinda.

   "Yes.  I'll be there too, to make sure your wishes are followed to the
letter." said Buffy.

   "That is so SICK!" gasped Jennifer.  "You can't be seriously thinking
about what this slut is saying!  Doing something like that is bad enough ..
but with HER WATCHING?!"

   Christy turned to the younger woman.  "I told you once to shut up.  We
know how you feel.  Actually, I think I'd PREFER to have someone else
present.  In FACT, I think we should ALL do it together!"

   "What?" came the astonished chorus from both Alice and Melinda.

   Marge understood what her friend was saying.  "Think about it girls,
what could be safer - assuming Buffy is telling the truth about these men -
than all being together.  We could protect each other ..  you know, keep an
eye on each other and what's going on."

   "I do NOT believe this!" said Jennifer, but she closed her mouth as four
women turned hostile gazes on her.

   "YOU don't have to be there!" said Alice.

   Jennifer didn't respond.

   "OK, suppose ...  just SUPPOSE we go along with this ...  crazy idea."
said Christy, looking at Jennifer "When would we do it?"

   "I could set it up pretty much any time I think." said Buffy.  "How
about Friday night?"

   "What would I tell Bill?" asked Marge.

   "Girls' night out!" said Buffy.  "Every girl should have a girls' night
out.  Tell him you're going to Baltimore with the girls to take in a show,
or a museum or something.  That way you can spend as much or as little time
...  practicing ..  as you want to and then go home."

   Jennifer couldn't hold it in.  "Now she wants you to LIE!"

   Marge frowned.  "If I'm going to cheat on Bill, then a little lie isn't
much to add to it." She snorted.  "I'm doing this for HIM, after all."

   "You're doing it for BOTH of you." corrected Buffy.

   "We're going to have to think about this." said Christy.  "Girls, we
have something to discuss.  Let's go." She stood up and everyone except
Jennifer stood up with her.  Marge faced the young woman.  "Well?  You got
us into this, are you coming or not?"

   Jennifer stood.  "I'm coming all right, but only to try to talk some
sense into you, and that's all!"

   Buffy opened the door.  She smiled as three of the women took a cookie
to take with them.

   And she sighed with relief when she closed the door.  She had to lean
against it for a moment.  She hadn't realized how tense she had become.

   When her knees strengthened she went to the phone and called Clint.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Clint picked up the phone and recognized Buffy's voice instantly.  "Hi!"
he said happily.  "How's my favorite girl?"

   "I just dodged a bullet and need some help." she said.

   "Anything I can do?" he asked.

   "As a matter of fact, there is ...  maybe." She launched into an
explanation of the idea she had for the Pledges of Delta Chi Epsilon.  When
she was done there was silence from the other end of the line.

   "Clint?" she said.

   'I'm here." he chuckled.  "I'm just trying to figure out a way to sneak
a video camera in there."

   "Clint, I promised them that this would be discreet.  Everything depends
on that.  If those boys won't keep their mouths shut then the whole thing's
off and I have to move somewhere else."

   "Well, now, we don't want that, do we?" drawled Clint.  "OK, I'll work
on it and call you back."

   It only took him two hours.  Five of the seven pledges had jumped at the
chance.  Two claimed to be virgins, and every one of them salivated at the
idea that, six months after "Operation Booty", as they had dubbed it, was
over, if everything was still a secret then each one got a single chance to
be serviced by Buffy.  All of them remembered that bikini and what they had
not been allowed to stare at.

   "Did you ask them about girlfriends?" Buffy asked anxiously.  The last
thing she wanted was four or five MORE pissed off women at her door.

   "I did indeed." said Clint.  "Two declined your generous offer because
they were in what they called 'committed relationships.' I also asked the
rest of them if they were sexually active at the moment.  Two are trying to
be, but aren't getting anywhere.  One says he gets some - I think he's
lying, by the way - and he swears he always uses a condom because he's too
young to be a father.  The other two said they wouldn't turn anything down,
but are trying to concentrate on school.  No tomcats in the bunch."

   "Good" said Buffy.  "So, if the girls accept, we're on for Friday
night?"

   "We'll be ready." said Clint.  "The pledges know it may not happen, but
they all say they have faith in you.  We're fixing up the party room for a
private party.  Locks on the doors and everything.  There's just one thing
..." he trailed off.

   "Yes?" said Buffy.

   "I have to be there with them." he said.  "I'm the pledge master."

   "That will be no problem." said Buffy.  "After all, you're also MY
boyfriend, and they may need a demonstration or something."

   "OK.  I have lots to do, so I'll see you then." he said.

   "Don't you dare beat off or anything before Friday night" warned Buffy.
"I'll need you at your very best.  Tell the boys too, OK?"

   Clint laughed.  "I'll make sure their balls are bursting."

   Buffy had no idea whether any of the women would actually go for what
she had proposed.  She wasn't surprised to see Melinda and Alice come into
the bookstore the next day though, and she waited to see what they would
do. Both of them looked a little nervous and they were walking closer
together than the average pair of girls on a college campus.  They wandered
around and finally came up to Buffy at the counter when there were no
customers there.

   "Hi" said Buffy neutrally.

   "We decided to do it." blurted out Alice.

   "OK" said Buffy in a businesslike voice.  "How many should I prepare
for?"

   "All of us." said Melinda.

   "ALL?" asked Buffy.  She hadn't expected this.  "Even Jennifer?"

   "Jennifer said she's going to be there to save us from ourselves.  She
insisted.  She threatened to squeal to Professor Sorenson and Professor
Tinder if we didn't let her come." That was Alice again.

   "But I don't need to get a man for her?" said Buffy.  "She's not going
to ...  practice."

   "Oh no.  She was so insistent we had to let her come along.  Is that
going to be OK?" asked Alice.

   "I think we can handle her." said Buffy.  "I'll make plans to get you
all out of there super fast if it's necessary so you can establish an alibi
somewhere else if she gets too froggy.  Then it will be her word against
all of the rest of you." The girls seemed to relax a little.

   Buffy was silent for a moment.  "Are you two sure you want to do this?"
asked Buffy.  "You really don't have to.  There are lots of boys out there
who would be happy to have you on your own terms."

   "You're different than I thought you'd be." said Melinda suddenly.  "I
thought you'd be some sleazy bitch, but you're not.  Well, I mean you're
slutty ..." she blushed.  "but you're not ...  I don't know ...  not like
Jennifer said you'd be.  I don't understand all this." she said sadly.

   Buffy smiled.  "Look, men and women have been having sex for hundreds of
thousands of years, and some people have always tried to get them to stop
doing that.  If we did the species would die out.  You two can make up your
minds about what you want to do ...  or NOT do ...  and once you do I think
you'll be a lot happier in your relationships, whether it's with John and
Boomer or not.  But I just don't think there's anything wrong with having a
normal sex life like millions of people have had for just about ever."

   "Well, this is awfully strange, and it goes against everything I've
believed since I was a little girl" said Melinda.  "But I have to do
something ...  and this is something I guess."

   "Friday night" said Buffy.  Come about seven or eight and come together.
We'll go to the ...  appointment ...  from there."

   The two girls agreed to pass on the information, and left.

   Thursday night Buffy met with the boys who were going to take part in
Operation Booty.  She explained what she was going to want them to do, and
the rules of engagement for the party.  She was very specific with them
that they were only to go so far with each woman, based on what Buffy had
planned, UNLESS the woman asked them to do more.  Whatever the woman wanted
was fine, but she had to ask for it if it went farther than what Buffy had
planned for her.

   Friday night Buffy opened her door to find the same five women standing
there.  Again they milled around a little.  Buffy said "Let's go for a
walk."

   She led them across the lawn toward the frat house.  Christy identified
where they were going first.  "That's a frat house.  We can't go in there."

   "Why's that?" asked Buffy, leading them around to a back door that was
out of the view of passers by.

   There are students in there.  Some of them might be in my husband's
classes.  They might recognize me.  Or Marge." she added.

   "Remember I have their word that discretion will rule the night." said
Buffy.

   Alice was next.  "My boyfriend LIVES in this house.  I can't go in
there. He'll see me!  Those boys will tell him I'm there!"

   Buffy turned.  "Alice, have you ever spent more than ten minutes in that
house?  Have you ever spent the night in his room?"

   "Of course not" she said.  "That wouldn't be proper."

   "Those boys may remember you AFTER tonight, but they'll have no idea who
you are now.  The only men who will be present at our ...  training session
...  are pledges ...  freshmen, for the most part, who have no idea who any
of you are." Buffy looked around.  "And Clint, my boyfriend.  He'll be
there, but he has to be, to watch over them.  To protect you."

   In the end she got them into the party room without anyone seeing them.

   The women huddled, as if they were afraid.  The boys looked comical,
obviously nervous, but swaggering around, full of testosterone.  They had
high hopes for the evening and were trying to make eye contact with the
woman of their choice.

   "They're all so young!" whispered Marge.

   "That's a good thing." said Christy, and then looked startled that she'd
spoken.

   All of the others had turned toward her.  'Well ..." she spluttered
"Young men are so ...  virile ..." she ended blushing.

   Buffy whispered too, to preserve the intimacy "What she really means is
that they can get stiff a lot of times, with not much time in between." She
smiled as Christy blushed even more.

   "What are we supposed to do?" asked Melanie.

   "Just watch, if that's all you want to do." said Buffy.  She turned to
Alice.  "Do you want to see what it's like to suck a man?  I'll show you.
It's actually really nice." Alice, suddenly the center of attention
panicked.  She nodded her head, and then shook it."

   "We'll go with your first reaction." said Buffy.  "I'll be right back."

   Buffy went and huddled with the men, who suddenly scurried in all
directions.  They came back with platters of wine and snacks, which they
began offering the women.  They kept their eyes down.  Buffy had told them
to do that to be less threatening.  Their job was to serve the women.  It
was hard, but they did it.

   Buffy led Clint to the gaggle of women, all of whom now had their hands
full.  The pledges backed off, some standing patiently, in case the women
wanted more of something.  The others went back across the room and talked
among themselves softly.  Occasionally their words were discernable.

   "Did you see her tits?  Their gorgeous!"

   "I like the brunette."

   "The thin one is HOT!"

   Buffy yelled across the room.  "Gentlemen, it isn't nice to talk about
women you haven't been introduced to.  Behave!"

   It got quiet.

   Jennifer was looking fearfully at Clint, who had come to stand by Buffy.
"Who's he?" she asked.

   "Clint is my boyfriend." said Buffy, holding his hand out.

   "B...b...b...but he's ...  black!" came Jennifer's strangled voice.

   "Yes, isn't he beautiful?" asked Buffy smiling.  "Clint has graciously
agreed to let me fellate him so Alice can see what it's like."

   "Fellate?" squeaked Alice.

   "That's a fancy word for 'blow him til he spurts' said Buffy, unbuckling
Clint's belt.  He stood patiently as she dropped his pants and then pulled
down his briefs.

   There were gasps from the women.  Clint wasn't huge, or misshapen or
anything like that.  It was just that his penis was so black as to be
almost hard to see.  It was hanging, not turgid, and looked harmless, but
at the same time terrifying.  At least to them.  It was the first black
penis any of them had ever seen.

   "As you can see, men aren't ALWAYS stiff." said Buffy.  "That's a myth
and one of the things you must remember.  If your man isn't stiff, then you
haven't done your job yet, and that's to GET him stiff.

   She kneeled and spoke to the limp penis like it was a baby or something.

   "Poor thing is all limp and worried." She took it in her hand and kissed
the tip.  Then she licked it.  "Poor thing thinks everybody's afraid of it
...  that nobody wants it.  I bet poor thing would love to feel what
Alice's mouth is like ...  all warm ...  and wet ...  and sucky." The thing
in her hand twitched, drawing more gasps as it began to enlarge, somehow.
Clint wasn't moving at all, and was staring straight ahead, his legs spread
as far as his pants would allow, his hands on his hips like you see in the
old Superman pictures.

   Buffy turned her face to the women.  "See, he doesn't even know Alice,
but thinking about a strange woman sucking him is exciting.  You might
expect me to get mad that he's thinking about another woman, but I put it
in his head, just to get this reaction." She turned back to the thickened
thing in her hand.  "Poor thing doesn't get to feel Alice's mouth though.
But Buffy will help."

   She took the tip in her mouth and sucked, her cheeks caving in.  Then
she tongued it.  Within a minute, as she talked to it and pointed out where
to lick and how to seal her lips just behind the glans, it was straining,
hard as a rock, and jutting out from the crinkley nest of hair it appeared
to grow from.  Buffy let her lips caress the tip as she dragged them off
one last time.  A string of white connected her lips to the little eye in
his dark dork.  She collected it with one finger and then shoved it into
her mouth.

   "Mmmm you taste sweet today." she said with a smile, looking up at her
lover.

   "I've been including those things in my diet that you recommended." said
Clint, his voice deep and husky.

   "You mean diet can change the taste?" Christy said in hushed tones.

   "Oh yes!" said Buffy, licking her lips.  She looked at Christy
speculatively.  "Would you like to taste?"

   Jennifer made choking sounds, and clapped her hand over her mouth to
stop herself from speaking.

   Christy gave Jennifer a long dark look and turned her head back to
Buffy. "I believe I'd like to see if you're telling the truth." she said.
It never occurred to her to ask Clint if he minded.  She sank to her knees
beside Buffy and reached out to grasp the ebony manhood in front of her. 
There was a moment of hesitation, but then she leaned forward and put as
much of Clint's cock in her mouth as would fit.  She dragged her lips back
to just behind the glans and then stroked him several times quickly.

   Buffy looked up at the astonished faces of the rest of the women. 
"She's done this before." she said smiling.  "She's milking him a little,
to get some precum to taste.  It usually works really well unless the man
doesn't have any control.  If he doesn't, sometimes that makes him shoot in
your mouth."

   "Ewwwww" moaned Melinda.  Alice took a step backwards.

   There were slurping sounds coming from Christy's mouth and then she
leaned back.  She had a far away look in her eyes.  "That's amazing" she
said.  Her eyes went to Buffy's.  "It really DOES taste slightly sweet."
She looked over at the group of boys across the room and whispered "Are any
of them virgins?"

   "Two" said Buffy.

   "Will they let me ...?" asked Christy.

   "Yes." said Buffy.

   Christy stood up, breathing deeply.  She took Clint's face in her hands
and kissed him a long closed lip kiss.  When she was done she pulled back
and asked "Clint, honey, would you be so kind as to have your virgins come
over here please?"

   Clint turned his head and barked out two names.  Two of the boys looked
startled and then jumped to come over to the women.  When they got there
Christy faced them and said "Boys, I wonder if it would be OK if I sucked
your cocks."

   Only one answered.  "Um ..  yes ma'am ...  that would be fine." They
struggled out of their pants, kicking off shoes, until they stood in only
shirts and socks.  Buffy stopped them and explained that it's almost always
erotic for a man when a woman wants to undress him.  She took one, and
Christy took the other, pulling clothing off of them until they were stark
naked.  Both were already erect.

   One boy covered his genitals until Christy sank to her knees again and
gently moved his hands away.  He was circumcised.  The other boy was not.

   Christy reached out and took a hard prick in each hand, pulling them
toward her.  "I've always wanted to do this." she said, and then she
started sucking first one young man and then the other.

   Both pledges men arched backwards and moaned as they felt her warm mouth
cover their pricks.

   Buffy stood back and pointed to Christy's hands.  "See there, how she's
got her thumb and two fingers holding each pretty penis?  She's ready to
squeeze if they start cumming.  You don't want it to be over too quickly.
It's more fun for everybody if you can make it last a little while."

   There was a strangled sound and Buffy looked to see Jennifer making
faces.  Her face was red and her hands fluttered as her feet shuffled a
little.  It was clear she wanted to sound off, but was trying to keep quiet
for some reason.  She kept darting little looks at Clint, who was watching
Christy pleasure herself and the two pledges.  Christy stopped for a minute
and her hand darted between her legs.

   Buffy leaned over.  "Would you like to be naked with these handsome
young men Christy?"

   Christy glared at Buffy.  "You know I want to.  I don't like you very
much right now Buffy." she snarled.

   "If you like me even a little bit then we're making progress as far as
I'm concerned." laughed Buffy.  "This is your chance to practice for what
you're going to do to Ted tomorrow night."

   Christy turned her head toward her compatriots.  "If any of you laugh
I'll tear your eyes out." Then she looked up at the boys.  "And if either
of you laugh I'll crush your little testicles like they were eggshells."

   Everything was quiet for a few seconds.

   Then, using a completely different voice than any of them had ever heard
her use before, Christy looked up at the boys and said "I feel all funny
... down there.  I've never done this before.  You aren't going to make me
put it in my mouth are you?"

   One of the boys looked at Buffy, his eyes wide.  She nodded at him and
mouthed the word "Yes" silently.

   The boy took a breath.  "It's OK, we won't tell.  But it would feel
really good if you did it.  Please?" He elbowed the other boy, who jumped
and said "Uh ...  yeah!"

   Christy dove down on both of them again, sucking hard.  She wasn't
closing them off this time.  Both boys started moving around and moaning.
Christy pulled off of one and looked up again.  In her little girl voice
she said "And, you won't cum in my mouth, will you?"

   This time BOTH young men looked at Buffy, who nodded her head, grinning,
and then mouthed the word "NO."

   "Oh no!" said the first boy.  "We wouldn't do that at all."

   Christy had seen the whole exchange.  She whimpered.  "Because if you
came in my mouth I might get so excited I couldn't stop you from putting
them in my pussy, and that would be naughty!"

   She closed her mouth over the smart one and within seconds he groaned as
he shot her mouth full of his young semen.  She was jacking the second boy
as he did this and he started to warn her, his hands flailing in the air.
Christy pulled off of the first one and opened her mouth wide, still
jacking on the second one.  Everyone was able to see the long stream of
white that shot out of his cock and into her mouth as he cried out.

   Then Christy alternated, sucking both men dry as she murmured happily,
swallowing their semen.  When she was done she chided them in her little
girl voice.  "I told you not to do that.  Now I'm all excited!  Now you're
going to have to ...  fuck me."

   She stood up and started taking her clothes off.  As she bared her
breasts she took a moment to go to Clint, who was still standing like they
had left him, with his pants around his ankles, and his long black prick
sticking straight out from his body.  Christy unbuttoned his shirt and
pressed her hot tits against his bare chest.  "This is all your fault.  You
might have to fuck me too." She licked his chest.  "Besides, your nasty
girlfriend fucked my husband, and I should get to pay her back."

   Clint leaned over and sucked in one of her nipples, biting it hard
enough to make her squeal.  "If they haven't satisfied you when they're
done, come see me." he said.  "But first I need to talk to Alice." He
turned to face her.

   Alice was frozen, staring at the man in front of her ...  in particular
at his penis, which she had just watched two women suck on.  When Clint's
eyes landed on her she backed up another step.

   "Oh no!" she whispered.  "I couldn't."

   "Yes, you can." said Buffy.

   Alice turned frightened eyes on Buffy.  "But it's so nasty!" she
croaked."

   "Did it look nasty?" asked Buffy, ready to let the girl go home.

   "Well no ..." said Alice.  "but I always thought ..."

   "Does it bother you that he's black?" asked Buffy.  There was a another
whine from Jennifer and she turned away from them.

   "No." said Alice.  "I never thought about it until now, but you're right
...  I think it's beautiful ...  but in my mouth?" her voice rose.

   "Just give a teensy little try." said Buffy.  She took Alice's hand and
dragged her toward Clint, who stood silently.  Alice licked her lips, then
looked at Buffy.  Then she looked at Clint's face, and her gaze dropped
down to his jutting phallus.

   "Just a little?" asked Alice.

   "Just give it a little kiss and a lick first." suggested Buffy.

   As if she were in slow motion, Alice bent her knees and ended up with
her face an inch from Clint's cock.  "And he won't cum in my mouth?" She
looked up.

   "Not unless you tell me to." said Clint.

   "They told Christy they wouldn't cum in her mouth and then they did."
she whined.

   Buffy leaned over.  "Everybody knew she wanted them to Alice.  Even you
knew that, didn't you?"

   "Yes ...  I knew ...  it's just ..." She went quiet as she stared at
Clint's prick.

   Everyone there held their breath as Alice licked her lips and then
leaned forward and pressed her pursed lips to the black tip of the thing in
front of her.  She leaned back and licked her lips again.  There was no
reaction.  Then she leaned forward and kissed it again, opening her lips a
little.  Ever so slowly her lips traveled back until the head was in her
mouth.  She pulled off immediately and looked at what had just been in her
mouth.

   "It doesn't taste like anything." she said softly.  "It's so SMOOTH!"
she said louder.

   She leaned forward again and this time readily took the knob in her
mouth.  They could see she was using her tongue now, sliding it all over
the head.  Clint sighed.

   Alice pulled off again and looked up.  "Does it feel good?" she asked.

   "Fantastic" said Clint.

   Alice looked at Buffy.  "It doesn't taste nasty at all!"

   "That's what we've been trying to tell you, silly." said Buffy smiling.

   Alice put her hand around the shaft and put his penis in her mouth
again. This time she took it deeper, getting her lips down onto the shaft
and bobbing her head a little.  Again she pulled off.

   "Is that the right way?" she asked.

   "Fantastic" Clint said again.

   Suddenly Alice was voracious.  The horrible thing hadn't turned out to
be horrible at all, and she found she loved the feel of the smooth soft
skin that her lips were caressing.  She suddenly tasted something and
pulled off.  There was a string of white connecting her mouth to his prick,
just as there had been with Buffy.  She tasted it.  She could sense salt,
but also sweet, very faint ...  just a hint, but it wasn't nasty at all.

   Melinda and Marge both gasped as Alice put her hands on Clint's naked
butt and pulled his cock back into her mouth as deep as she could get it.
She started making sounds now ...  happy sounds ...  the sounds of a woman
who has found something new and fun to do and is enjoying herself a lot. 
She pulled off, smacking her lips again.

   "This is making my panties wet." she said.

   "If you keep doing that as good as you have been I'm going to have an
accident." said Clint.

   Alice looked up at him.  "You taste good.  Not nasty.  Is it possible
for you to cum just a little in my mouth?"

   "I'll have to pinch it off." said Clint, but I'll do it if you want me
to.

   "I think I want to try that." she said.  Then she dove down on him
again.

   It almost looked funny, because her actions made it look like she was
trying to get away, but it was her hands that were holding her onto his
cock.  Clint put his hands on his hips, so that when he started cumming he
could reach the base of his cock quickly.  He too was making noises,
telling Alice what a wonderful job she was doing, and how close he was to
cumming.  Then he groaned and told her it was time.  He reached in front of
her lips and pinched his cock, letting one shot slam into her mouth.

   Alice pulled back, her eyes wide and tasted.  When her mouth came open
there was a spider web of white strings going between her teeth.  Her eyes
opened wide and she closed her mouth to swallow.  Then she batted at
Clint's hand, getting it away from his cock and clamped her mouth on it
again.  Clint groaned again and leaned backwards as the rest of his cum
rocketed into Alice's mouth and she swallowed noisily.

   It took her a full minute to be satisfied she had every drop that was in
there.  His cock was already softening when she let it slip out of her
mouth.

   She stood up and grinned stupidly.  "I can't believe I did that." she
said.  "But I LOVE the taste!" she looked startled.  "I can't believe THAT
either!" She looked around.  All the remaining women were staring at her,
their mouths open.

   Jennifer's face was white as a sheet.  She was breathing shallowly and
looked like she was ready to run any second.

   "Jennifer?" Alice moved over to her and stopped as Jennifer took a step
backward.  "Really Jennifer, it wasn't icky at all!  I can't believe I was
so wrong about it.  Jennifer?"

   Jennifer's mouth was opening and closing, but no sound was coming out.
She stepped back again and the back of her calves hit the edge of a love
seat.  Her arms flailed as she sat solidly down.

   Buffy sat down on the edge of the seat beside her and took her hand. 
"Jennifer, honey, nobody's going to hurt you or make you do anything.  If
this is upsetting you this much maybe you should just leave."

   Jennifer's head turned towards Buffy's face.  She cleared her throat. 
"No ...  I mean it's disgusting." she said, but there was no conviction in
her voice this time.  She looked haunted and slumped.  "There's this dream.
I keep having it.  I've had it since I was a little girl.  It's a bad dream
and it always scares me.  I don't know why I have it, but it keeps coming
back and it won't go away."

   Buffy heard something in Jennifer's voice that made her get serious. 
"Nobody can hurt you here." she said firmly.  "Nobody's going to touch you.
Nobody's going to make you do anything.  You're safe here Jennifer. 
There's no dream here."

   Jennifer lifted a shaking hand and pointed a finger at Clint.  "He's
here." she said.

   "Clint?" asked Buffy surprised.  "Clint wouldn't ever hurt you or
anybody else Jennifer.  Clint is as gentle as a lamb."

   Jennifer took in a breath.  "In the dream there's a black man.  And he's
tall.  He always smiles.  He makes me ...  he makes me do things.  He does
things to me.  I wake up and the bed is wet."

   Buffy hugged the girl who hated her.  "Jennifer, Clint won't hurt you.
What happens in the dreams Jennifer?"

   Jennifer slumped.  "He makes me take my clothes off.  He puts his mouth
on my nipple ...  like he did to Christy a while ago." She looked around,
as if afraid that someone was going to laugh at her.  There was laughter,
but it was across the room, where Christy was lying on her back on a couch
with one of the virgins between her legs.  He wasn't a virgin any more.

   But no one laughed at Jennifer.

   "And?" prompted Buffy.

   "He puts his mouth ...  down there.  Then he sticks his thing in me."
Jennifer shuddered.

   "He rapes you." said Buffy sadly.

   "NO!" gasped Jennifer.  "That's the problem.  I WANT him to do it in my
dream.  I LOVE what he's doing in the dream.  THAT's why the bed is wet
when I wake up.  It's wet down there!  At first I thought it was pee, and
that I wet the bed, but that's not what it is.  And that's WRONG!  My
mother TOLD me so.  She said I was a little slut and that I must NEVER EVER
allow a man to do that unless he married me first.  It's a HORRIBLE dream
and I KEEP HAVING IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER!" She started sobbing and Buffy
hugged her tighter.

   Buffy looked up.  There were too many women standing around watching
Jennifer break down.  "Alice honey?  I think some of those boys over there
might be willing to let you see what a different man tastes like."

   Alice jumped.  "OH!  OK.  Thank you." She turned around and then got
bashful.  She looked at Marge.  "Would you come with me?" Marge closed her
mouth, which had been hanging open at what she had just witnessed.

   "Yes!  I believe I will." she said.  She took Alice's hand and started
marching toward the boys, who perked up immediately.

   A tray with a glass of wine on it appeared in front of Buffy and
Jennifer.  Clint was holding it.  He looked ridiculous in just his shirt,
but he served Jennifer with quiet dignity.

   "Jennifer?" he asked softly.

   She jumped, but looked up at him.

   "Is the man in your dream ever white?"

   Jennifer took a breath and then sighed as her shoulders relaxed a
little. "There was this girl who lived down the street from us.  I played
with her.  We were ...  I don't know ...  ten or eleven.  She was black and
her father was tall.  He was always so nice to me ...  not like my dad.  My
dad always told me he wished I was a boy, and that girls weren't good for
anything.  But Mr.  Carter - that was his name - he always said I was
smart, and that I would grow up to be a real life princess.  He made toys
in his wood shop, and Caroline and I played with them.  It was like he was
Santa Claus, except he was black." She looked up, blinking her eyes to
clear them.  "He's the man in my dream."

   "Did he ever touch you?" asked Buffy.  "I mean in real life?"

   "Never!" said Jennifer.  "When I was fourteen Caroline and I were still
best friends and I wanted to go to the Fall Festival.  It was a dance.  But
my mother said only sluts go to dances ...  to rub up against boys ...  she
wouldn't let me go.  I helped Caroline get ready and was there when her mom
was ready to take her to the dance.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Carter were so proud of
her.  They took pictures and Mr.  Carter asked for the first dance before
she left.  They danced in the living room while Mrs.  Carter and I watched.
Then, after Caroline was gone, he asked me to dance.  He danced with me
because my parents wouldn't let me go to fall festival.  He said I was
beautiful." She paused to swallow.  "I had the first nightmare that night."

   "And you told your mother about it?" prompted Buffy.

   "I had to.  The bed was soaked and I was yelling.  I thought I had peed
the bed.  I didn't dare tell her who was in my dream - the Carters were the
only black people we knew - and I knew she'd never let me visit Caroline
again if she knew.  I just said a man made me do the things in the dream.
She said it was disgusting ...  that I was disgusting, like I tried to have
the dream or something."

   Buffy was sad.  "Look, Jennifer, answer me this question.  If a man was
nice to you, and you liked him, and you had a dream about him, how is that
so disgusting?  He didn't molest you.  Young girls have dreams like that
all the time."

   Buffy turned to Melinda who was distinctly uncomfortable, but too timid
to follow Marge and Alice, and had just stood there, listening.  "Melinda,
have you ever had an erotic dream about a member of the opposite sex?"

   Melinda blushed, then nodded.

   "More than one?" asked Buffy.

   Melinda nodded again.  "Mine are about different boys.  I try not to
have them too, but they're there anyway sometimes."

   "See?" Buffy turned back to Jennifer.  "We ALL have dreams like that. 
It's just our bodies saying that we've grown up, and suggesting that we
might want to do some grown up stuff" I had that problem too.  The only
difference is that I let Bob fuck me and make me pregnant because of my
feelings.  I just didn't know any better at that age."

   "SEE?" cried Jennifer.  "Men ARE horrible.  He made you pregnant and
ruined your life!"

   "No, he didn't." said Buffy.  "My parents were a little like yours and
they kicked me out.  Then I went to live with MY best friend, who happens
to be black too.  And HER uncle was nice to me and helped me and now I have
beautiful Tiffany, who I love more than anything in the world.  Everything
worked out OK for me.  I'm very happy with my life.  Now I've met Clint and
he's passionate, and gentle and cares about me.  My life is really quite
wonderful."

   Jennifer slumped a little.  "But you just ...  shared him, for lack of a
better word, and that CAN'T be right.  You're supposed to love only one
person."

   Buffy nodded.  "I understand how you feel.  A lot of people feel that
way.  And I could feel that way too.  I don't know if it's Clint, but I'm
sure I'll find a man who I love so much I won't want to be with any other
men any more.  And that would be fine.  I'm not afraid of that at all.  But
until I commit to him and he commits to me, I can't tell him what he can
and cannot do, and I wouldn't want him to run my life either.  That's why
communication is so important in a relationship.  You have to listen to
each other and make decisions about how to be happy and help the other
person be happy.  And if that means you give him a blow job once in a
while, fine.  And if that means he has to let you get pregnant, because
that's what you want, fine.  But you have to talk to each other or it all
falls apart.  You and the other women here haven't been really
communicating with your men and the relationships suffered.

   Both Melinda and Jennifer nodded unconsciously.

   Buffy kept it going.  "I like a lot of men right now, and they all know
that.  One of them is Mike, but the only reason he chases after me is
because I'll do some things for him that he needs ...  or thinks he needs
...  that you won't do.  If you did them, he'd lose interest in me.  See?
I'm actually trying to put myself out of a "job".

   "Why would you do that?" asked Jennifer.

   "Because I don't LOVE him.  I LIKE him, and he's fun to be with, but
it's not SERIOUS."

   "I don't know what to do." Jennifer said miserably.  "All my life I've
been told how to feel, and what to do, and what NOT to do."

   "What do you WANT to do?" asked Buffy.

   "I don't know." said Jennifer.

   "Let me ask you this" said Buffy.  "Would you like to feel like you do
in your dream?  In real life?"

   Jennifer's eyes went unfocused.  "I feel wonderful in my dream." Her
eyes cleared.  "Until I wake up.  Then I feel horrible."

   "You feel horrible because the dream was about sex?"

   "I guess so." said Jennifer.  "My mother always told me I was a slut to
have dreams like that."

   "But we've already found out that every girl has dreams like that. 
Surely every girl in the world isn't a slut." Buffy grinned.  "After all,
they're not ALL like me."

   "But if I were to have sex with ..." her eyes darted to Clint "with some
guy ...  who I didn't even know ...  wouldn't that make me a slut?"

   Buffy didn't miss that darted glance.  "Jennifer, you have a dream about
a nice black man making you feel wonderful.  You can't go back and make
that dream come true with the man who's actually in your dream.  But if you
play acted that dream with ...  another man ...  you'd find out if it was
really what you wanted ...  or if it was just a dream.  You could try
acting it out with Mike I suppose.  He just wants what every man wants, and
that's a woman who loves him enough to give herself to him."

   "I thought you said you didn't love him." Jennifer stiffened.

   "Men play act too.  He doesn't want me.  He wants you.  He can't have
you, so he pretends I'm you.  He pretends I love him.  You know he talks
about you when we're ...  together."

   "While you're DOING it?" Jennifer said, astonished.

   "Yes." said Buffy.  "He's thinking about you when he's with me."

   "I couldn't think of Mike if I was playacting my dream." said Jennifer.
"I'd have to think of Mr.  Carter.  It's always his face I see."

   Buffy went for broke.  "Maybe if you acted out your dream ..." now SHE
looked at Clint, and made it obvious she was looking at Clint "...  you'd
get it out of your system.  Maybe the dream would stop."

   Jennifer's eyes got round.  She didn't respond.

   Buffy patted her hand.  "You just sit here and think about ...  things.
I need to take care of Melinda."

   Buffy turned to Clint.  "You should probably put your pants back on."
she suggested.  He blinked and then realized they were still pooled around
his feet.

   "Oh ..  uh ..  yeah." he said, bending over.

   Buffy looked out of the corner of her eye.  Jennifer was watching as the
black penis was covered up.

   CHAPTER SIX

   Buffy let Jennifer deal with her inner thoughts as she stood up and
turned to face Melinda, who was looking thoughtfully at Jennifer.

   "Do you want to talk about Boomer?" asked Buffy.

   Melinda jerked her eyes from the same thing Jennifer was watching.  "You
have no right." she said, crossing her arms.  "Charles has a place in my
father's business.  He'll be important back in Missouri.  It's a good
business.  We'll have a good life."

   Buffy nodded.  "Yes, I'm sure that's all fine.  But what does Boomer ...
Charles think about that?"

   "What do you mean?" asked Melinda.  "He'd have a job.  A career.  A
house.  A family.  Me!"

   "Yes, that's true too." said Buffy patiently.  "We know what YOU want
him to do.  But do you know what HE wants to do?"

   "He talks about kicking for an NFL team." said Melinda derisively.  "But
that's silly.  That's not steady.  Who knows if he'd even get picked to BE
on one of those teams?  My father will hire him.  I've already arranged
it."

   Buffy sighed.  "So, what you're saying is that you just don't CARE what
he wants to do."

   Melinda stamped her foot.  "That's not fair!  Everybody knows that men
don't make good decisions."

   "So your father hasn't made good decisions, and his decision to hire
Boomer isn't a good one either, right?"

   "You're twisting my words." complained Melinda.  "And don't call him
Boomer.  His name is Charles.  Boomer is a stupid juvenile nick name. 
Football is a stupid juvenile game!"

   "I suppose college is stupid and juvenile too." said Buffy.

   Melinda shot a scathing look at her tormentor.  "Of course not.  Why are
you trying to change the subject?"

   "I'm not.  Did you know, Melinda, that Boomer is directly responsible
for a gain in attendance figures of over five thousand fans per game?  Did
you know that the revenue he has brought the school has created thirty new
scholarships?  Did you know that he is rated as one of the two top College
kickers in all of College football?  Did you know that there are SEVEN NFL
teams who are trying to get him to quit school and come kick for them?  Did
you know he's been offered a contract in the MILLIONS to kick for one team?
That's a lot of plumbing fixtures, Melinda.  He'd be a millionaire within
two years.  Football is BIG business, Melinda, and it's neither stupid or
juvenile."

   Buffy frowned and looked thoughtful.  "OK, it's juvenile, but it's still
a major sport in this country.  And he LOVES it Melinda.  It makes him
happy to run out on the field and do something good for his school.  It's
the ONE thing he's really good at, and that he really loves, and YOU want
him to throw it all away to go sell toilets back in Missouri."

   "THAT'S NOT TRUE!" yelled Melinda.  "I HELP him with those games!  Do
you know what I have to DO to help him?"

   "Yes I do." said Buffy.  "And I know WHY he does what he asks you to do.
And I know why he wears the same socks every game, and eats Spaghetti
before every game.  He does it because he's afraid he'll FAIL at the thing
he loves the most.  And if YOU loved him, you'd want him to succeed and
you'd REALLY help him be ready for each game.  You wouldn't ridicule him,
or wear rubber gloves because his body fluids are obviously so distasteful
to you that you can't even stand to TOUCH the part of him that he shows
ONLY you!"

   Buffy had a rant going now.

   "And THAT'S why he came to ME!  He wanted to be with a woman who didn't
hate his sperm so much that she won't even consider touching it!" Buffy
decided not to admit that she'd had to hunt him like a wounded deer being
chased by a pack of wolves.

   "I don't hate his sperm." objected Melinda.

   "Then why on earth don't you touch it ...  feel it ...  TREASURE IT!"
asked Buffy exasperatedly.

   "It looks so nasty." said Melinda.  "And if I touch it, and let him
touch me, he'll want to do other things too!"

   "And is that so horrible?" asked Buffy?  "I thought you wanted to have a
family with this man."

   "I told him as soon as he agrees to go to work for my father and marries
me, we'll ...  do things." said Melinda defensively.

   "So, in exchange for doing that you want, making his life what YOU want
it to be, giving up everything he loves ...  you'll fuck him?"

   "Is that so bad?" whined Melinda.  "I know what's good for him."

   "Obviously you think you know what's good for him." said Buffy.  "But
you just as obviously don't know what's good for YOU."

   "What are you talking about?" sneered Melinda.

   "Well, lets see ...  has he offered to quit school and go to work for
your father?"

   "No.  Not yet." Melinda's eyes looked a little haunted.

   "OK ...  and ...  um ...  has he talked about setting a date to marry
you so you can whisk him off to Missouri?"

   "No." Melinda was uncomfortable now.

   "Gee, so apparently, there's something he loves MORE than the idea of
getting to crawl between Melinda's pretty legs, ISN'T THERE?"

   Buffy had to be brutal.  This girl was so self centered that she
couldn't see what anybody else wanted.

   Buffy pressed on.  "And we both know what he loves more than the chance
to fuck you, Melinda ...  don't we?  He loves FOOTBALL more than that!  And
THAT'S why he let me into his life, Melinda, because I'll give him
something with no strings attached.  I'll give him intimacy, AND let him be
who he wants to be.  Think about THAT, Melinda.  And you know the thing
that you need to think about even MORE than that?  You need to think about
the fact that he COULD have told you to take a hike, because I'd have not
only jacked him off before a game, I'd have fucked him too if he wanted."
Again, Buffy knew instinctively that admitting she'd had Boomer's nice hard
prick spurting in her belly would not help her cause with Melinda.

   Buffy put her face close enough to Melinda's that the girl leaned
backwards.

   "But he DIDN'T tell you to take a hike Melinda, because he LOVES you,
even though you try to take away everything he loves.  YOU are part of his
luck now Melinda.  He's DEPENDENT on you to give him the chance to do the
only thing he's good at ...  the thing that makes him happiest of all."

   Buffy snorted.  "You're the most short sighted, stupidest girl I've met
in a long time.  Boomer could make millions in the ten years he would kick
for some team and THEN he could retire and go work for your father.  Hell,
he could buy your father out!  How long has your father been at it?  Is HE
a millionaire?  I doubt it seriously.  But all you can see is your own
little vision of what would make YOU happy.  And you'd end up miserable. 
Boomer would never forget that you took the only thing he ever loved away
from him.  You'd be divorced within two years, and then it would be too
late for either of you."

   Melinda's most secret fear ...  that of being alone and without
influence in the world ...  had been prodded.  She was terrified that Buffy
was right.

   "What am I supposed to do then?" she cried.  "I can't compete with women
like you."

   Buffy lowered her voice.  "You don't HAVE to compete with me or any
other woman.  Just loosen up a little.  Let your normal feelings and his
normal feelings play themselves out.  Help him be the best that he can be.
There's plenty of time to take him home and show him off after he's famous.
Didn't you say you wanted him to be famous?  Help him be WORLD famous
Melinda.  You could OWN him if you'd just be his woman."

   "I don't know how to do that kind of thing." said Melinda miserably. 
"My mother never taught me girly stuff."

   "Who needs your mother?" laughed Buffy.  "You want to learn girly stuff,
there's lots of places to do that.  Right now you need to decide if you are
willing to change your behavior about this pre-game ritual you're so
important to."

   "How do I do that?" asked Melinda.

   "Let me suggest that you try to learn how to love the feel of semen. 
You saw Alice and Christy.  They took it in their mouths and LOVED it. 
It's not nasty or icky or anything like that.  It's warm, and slippery, and
feels good when you rub it into your skin.  It's even GOOD for your skin."
Buffy let that sink in.

   Melinda shivered.  "I don't know if I could do that."

   "And you won't know if you never try." prompted Buffy.

   "What would I have to do?" asked Melinda fearfully.

   "First, just catch some in your hands.  Treat it like hand lotion.  See
what you think.  You can always wash your hands when you're done.  Think of
it like getting cranberry sauce or something like that on your hands.  You
wash it off and it's gone."

   "Would you do it first?" asked Melinda.

   "Happily!" said Buffy.

   Buffy acted before Melinda could think about it any more.  She looked
across the room where Christy was getting mounted by her second virgin
while the first one stood waiting to climb back on as soon as she was open.
Christy was whining that she was a virgin, and had never done this before,
and would he please go slowly so he wouldn't hurt her.  When she got the
boy's penis started in her pussy she grabbed his hips and pulled as he
lunged, slamming deep into her instantly.

   "Ohhhhh yeeessssss" groaned Christy, her voice normal now.

   Buffy noticed that Clint had sat down beside Jennifer and they were
talking quietly.  They weren't quite sitting at opposite ends of the love
seat, but there was space enough between them for a person to sit.  They
seemed to be having an earnest conversation.

   In another corner of the room two of the pledges were sitting in chairs,
their pants at their ankles.  Alice was between the spread knees of one,
sucking like a pro on his stiff prick.  Another one was sitting in a chair
right beside them, with Marge kneeling between his spread thighs.  She was
jacking on his prick, her mouth open, getting ready to eat his cum.  The
remaining pledge was standing and watching, dancing and rubbing the front
of his pants.

   Buffy took Melinda's hand and dragged her toward them.  "I see a young
man who needs to lighten the load in his lovely young balls." said Buffy
conversationally.  Let's just help him out.

   "I don't think I can do this." moaned Melinda.

   "Don't look at his face." said Buffy.  "Just think of him as Boomer, and
do for him what you do for ...  Charles." Buffy gestured at the lone boy,
who eagerly stepped toward them.

   She turned to Melinda.  "OK, how does ...  Charles ...  have you do
him?"

   "You don't know?" Melinda asked, surprised.

   "What Boomer and I do isn't like what you do.  He doesn't want me to do
what you do." Buffy still didn't think it would be helpful to describe what
she and Boomer did.  "That's something ...  special ...  that only you can
do for him."

   "Oh." said Melinda.  She looked pleased.  "Well, he always stands.  And
he wants to be naked.  I don't know why." She looked thoughtful.  "I never
asked him.  I guess I should have asked him, huh?"

   "You will next time." said Buffy.  She turned to the pledge.  "Mark, we
need you to be naked.  Is that OK?"'

   Mark nodded and started tearing at his clothes.

   "He's eager to please.  Makes you feel kind of good, doesn't it?"

   Melinda nodded and then her eyes got wide as she realized what Buffy was
implying.

   "So, make HIM feel good too." said Buffy simply.  "And remember ... 
hand lotion."

   Melinda faced the now naked boy.  "He wants me to kneel, but I usually
stand up.  If I kneeled I might get something on my clothes." she
explained.

   "So take your top off, so nothing can get on it." suggested Buffy.

   "Be NAKED?  In front of ...  him?" She was referring to the frat pledge.

   Buffy wanted to reinforce the idea that this was 'Charles'.  "Naked
would be even better.  He is your boyfriend after all.  But topless is OK
for now.  You can work up to naked later." Buffy was very practical.

   "I'm not wearing a bra." said Melinda very quietly.

   "Excellent!" said Buffy.  "You'll please him even more.  And nothing
will get on your bra either!" Buffy was VERY practical.

   Obviously steeling herself, Melinda pulled her top up over her head and
off.  The boy sucked in a breath.

   "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Buffy asked him.

   Mark nodded frantically.

   Melinda was blushing furiously, but she smiled at the boy's enthusiasm.
"I always thought my breasts were too small." she said.  "I don't really
need a bra."

   Buffy spoke to Mark again.  "Are they too small Mark?"

   Mark shook his head just as frantically.  "They're g..g..gorgeous." he
stuttered.

   Melinda sank to her knees and reached for Mark's bobbing bone.  Somehow
she forgot that Buffy was supposed to be doing this first.  When she
grasped it she let go again immediately.  "It's so warm!" she said.

   "Boomer's is warm too.  You never felt that because of the gloves."
explained Buffy.

   "Oh." said Melinda.  She grasped the organ again and began stroking it.
She was obviously very practiced at it, but she jerked it almost cruelly.

   "Ease up a little" suggested Buffy.  "You aren't trying to rip it out by
the roots.  You're trying to make him feel good."

   Melinda stuck the tip of her tongue out as she slowed down and stroked,
rather than jerking.  "I always tried to get it over with as quickly as
possible." she said.

   "I know.  So did Boomer.  It made him feel ...  dirty." Buffy almost
didn't say the last word.

   "It IS dirty." said Melinda automatically.

   "Making someone feel good isn't dirty." contradicted Buffy.  "Making
someone feel good is a loving act."

   "It feels so different!" said Melinda, surprised.  "It's so soft and
smooth and ...  warm."

   "Skin feels nice." Buffy agreed.

   Mark's eyes bulged and Buffy opened her mouth to warn Melinda, but it
was too late.  A nice healthy spurt of semen shot out of the tip of his
penis and splatted wetly on Melinda's chest, between and above her naked
breasts.  It was followed by two more as Melinda let go and her hand
automatically went to where the warm fluid had landed.

   "OHHH!" she yipped.

   Buffy was afraid that a horrible mistake had just happened, but she
tried to overcome it.  "Just rub it in ...  feel how warm and nice it feels
...  rub it on your breasts Melinda ...  feel how good it feels to rub your
breasts with slippery ...  hot ...  lotion."

   Melinda's hand had frozen as it contacted the mess, but then it moved,
just a little, as her mind recognized the things Buffy had described - heat
and slippery.  Then her hand moved more and it covered her right breast. 
She sucked in air and Buffy saw her other nipple elongate and stiffen.

   "Rub it in Melinda, rub them both." urged Buffy.

   Melinda's other hand came up and smeared the warm spunk onto her other
breast.  "It DOES feel good." she sighed.  "I can't believe it."

   Buffy turned to look for one of the things she'd told the boys to have
handy - a pan of hot water and wash cloths.  She saw them on a table in the
corner and went to get a warm washcloth.  When she got back Melinda was
still kneeling in front of Mark, who was standing there, unsure what to do
after he had yielded to his lusts so quickly.

   Buffy reached down with the cloth.  "This is warm and wet too, do you
need it yet?

   Melinda looked at the cloth and shook her head.  "Not yet.  In a minute.
She looked up at Mark.  Can you do it again?" Her hands were still rubbing
her breasts.  One dipped down onto her abdomen where the skin covered and
protected her ovaries.

   Buffy answered for him.  "He could do it again if he were excited." she
said.  "You could ...  make him excited."

   "How?" asked Melinda.

   "What Alice and Marge are doing would work for him too." suggested
Buffy.

   Melinda shook her head fractionally.  "I don't think I'm ready for
that."

   Buffy went for plan B.  "Well, maybe if you showed him something no
other man has seen ..."

   Melinda's head jerked.  "Take off my pants?!  In front of a stranger?"

   "Well he's not exactly a stranger any more, Melinda.  It's his nice warm
spunk you're rubbing into your skin right now, after all.  And it's not
like he's going to touch you there or anything.  But if he can see you,
he'd get hard again.  He's young, and there's more of that nice stuff in
there somewhere."

   Melinda stood up, facing Mark.  "You wouldn't touch me if I showed you?"

   Mark was mute, but his head shook back and forth like he was trying to
unscrew it from his body.

   Very slowly Melinda's hands slid to the snap of her jeans.  She sucked
in her stomach as she undid the buttons.  Then she pushed her jeans down
slowly, revealing a pair of lacy pink panties.  Mark stared as her treasure
was unveiled and his cock started to stand out from his body.  Melinda
kicked off her tennis shoes and pulled her jeans off, dropping them in a
heap.  She was watching Mark's penis.

   "That's amazing." she said softly.

   "That's the power you have over a man." said Buffy.

   "Just by letting him LOOK at me?" asked Melinda.

   "Well, he's hoping you'll let him do more than that, but ...  yeah."
said Buffy.

   Melinda bent over and peeled the panties down her legs.

   Mark moaned a little.

   Melinda stood up, holding the panties ...  dangling them in front of
Mark.  "Were these what you wanted me to take off?" she asked him sweetly.

   His furious nod brought a laugh to her lips.

   "This is FUN!" she said.  She looked over at Christy and the second boy,
who was now pounding her as she squealed under him.  The first boy was
jacking on his stiff prong, watching.  Melinda turned to Buffy.  "Could you
get me that one too?" She pointed at the recently deflowered virgin.  Then
she kneeled and grasped the brand new boner Mark was sporting ...  the
boner she knew she was responsible for ...  HER boner.

   Buffy went over to the boy who was watching Christy and her young lover.
It turned out his name was Kevin.  "Kevin, how would you like to jack off
all over that girl over there?" Buffy pointed at Melinda, who had both her
hands on Mark's cock now, stroking it slowly.

   "OK" said Kevin, who was just horny.  He followed her, shedding his
clothing along the way when Buffy suggested he might make Mark
uncomfortable if he stayed dressed.

   Melinda giggled as a second cock appeared in front of her, and she
reached for it with her right hand.  At first she couldn't find a tempo
that let her use both hands equally well, but then she got it down pretty
well.  She was making the boys feel good, and her own pussy was getting
wetter and wetter, but it soon became obvious she couldn't actually get
both boys off at the same time.  She couldn't make her left hand move fast
enough on Mark to get him off, and when she got her right hand going fast
enough to make Kevin explode, her left hand got out of rhythm.

   Buffy stepped in.  "Let them do it Melinda.  You can play with your
pussy while they squirt on you."

   "Oooooo" moaned Melinda.  "That's so nasty." Her right hand dropped
Kevin and slid between her legs to her slippery cunt.  Her left hand
started squeezing one breast.

   The boys knew just what to do.  They'd done this to themselves hundreds
of times, and the idea that they were going to get to squirt on this good
looking girl had them on the edge already.

   "Squirt it on my titties" panted Melinda, feeling a thrill as she used a
word she thought was dirty.

   Kevin had been ready for a while, and went first.  He aimed low, knowing
that his spunk would climb up out of the tip of his cock, but he aimed too
low and his first shot splashed on her belly button.  Then his second,
third and fourth shots painted her right breast.

   Melinda's response was almost automatic.  Her right hand went up to her
navel and cupped the spooge there.  Then, while her left hand went to her
breast, her right hand acted on it's own and went back to her pussy. 
Suddenly she was rubbing fresh hot sperm into her pussy lips.

   "Ooooooooo I shouldn't be doing thiiiiiiissssssss" she moaned, but it
felt so good she rubbed harder.  Her left hand smeared milky white cream
all over her breasts.

   Buffy encouraged her.  "Doesn't it feel good on your pussy Melinda? 
NOTHING feels as good as fresh hot sperm in your pussy.  It's my favorite
thing in the whole world."

   "B..b..but what if it makes me PREGNANT!" Just the word was what it took
to make an orgasm tear through the young girl as her spermy fingers
tortured her clit.  She rubbed furiously as her cum flooded her fingers,
making them a drippy mess.  It was so intense that she had to lean back on
her left hand to avoid falling over completely.

   Just then Mark started cumming too.  He disregarded her order to shoot
on her tits completely and aimed for the hand rubbing her pussy.  A long
rope of white leapt from the tip of his cock and landed in her pussy hair.
He jacked harder and his next two shots went wide, one missing her
completely and the other hitting just below her breasts.

   Finding another source of fresh warm sperm, Melinda herded it toward her
pussy and this time stuffed it into her with two fingers.  "I ...  can't
... believe ...  I'm ...  doing ...  this ...  " she gasped, but her cum
intensified as she got dangerous sperm in her unprotected pussy.  She'd
never felt anything this intense.  The urge to become a mother was so
unexpected and so strong that it shook her to her core.

   There was a cry from across the room and Buffy looked to see Marge
pushing the boy she'd been sucking away from her.  Buffy hurried over to
see what was going on.  "What's wrong?" she asked.

   "He said he wanted to fuck me" whispered Marge to Buffy, holding on to
her.  "I can't let him do that!"

   "Do you WANT to let him fuck you Marge?"

   "No man has ever touched me except Bill." Marge was discounting the wild
summer she had that started the night she'd let her Prom date take her
virginity.  She'd left that all behind her when she'd been a week late on
her normally regular cycle.  When she went to college she fought her lust
until she met Bill and he'd asked her to marry him.

   "And Ted." said Buffy.  "When he rubbed up against you dancing."

   "That didn't count." whined Marge.

   There was a groan nearby as the boy fucking Christy lunged into her one
last time and shot his wad in the gasping woman.  Marge looked over, her
mouth going slack as Christy experienced what was obviously a major orgasm.
The youth pulled out, his cock still dripping and stood up.  He was still
hard and his eyes were wild as he stood and watched his spunk ooze out of
Christy's sloppy channel.

   "Do you remember why I said Bill loves talking about battles so much
when he has sex?" asked Buffy.

   "The thing about wars and taking the women who are conquered." said
Marge.  "It's crazy.  He's not a warrior."

   "All men are wired to think like warriors, though." said Buffy.  "And
women are wired to find a strong man who can give her strong babies so the
race will go on.  You said you wanted to get pregnant again, right?"

   "Yes, I remember what you said, but he doesn't ACT like he wants more
children."

   Buffy tried to explain.  "A lot of the women knew that if their men were
vanquished, their only hope was to find a new man among the winners.  A lot
of the women made themselves available to the conquerors.  If they could
get a child by the winner, it bound him to her.  It was one way of making
the defeat turn into something less than defeat.  When a woman gave herself
to the winner, that assured her survival.  It gave HER the power over the
men."

   "I don't understand" said Marge.

   "Watch." said Buffy.  She motioned Christy's late lover over.  "Arm
wrestle for this woman." she said to him and the boy who'd told Marge he
wanted to fuck her.  "Whoever wins gets to take this woman." Buffy said,
pointing to Marge.

   The two pledges stared at Buffy, and then at each other.  Then,
grinning, they put their elbows on an end table nearby and immediately
there was grunting as each tried to win.  Teeth gritted and muscles bulged.
It was obvious that both young men wanted her badly.  They were evenly
matched, but one had just ejaculated, and was weaker for it.  After a one
minute battle, he lost.  The original suitor stood up, his prick straining.

   "Let this man take you." urged Buffy.  "This man is your conqueror. 
That's what Bill wants.  He wants a woman who surrenders her honor to him,
the conqueror.  Find out how satisfying it can be to give up everything you
want to hold back, and receive a man's gift in return."

   "But ...  " Marge shook her head.

   Buffy pushed gently on Marge's arms, pushing her down to her knees. 
"Kneel to your conqueror." she said softly.

   Marge's mouth opened and closed and her eyes got wide.

   Buffy went on.  "Show the conqueror what you have to offer him." Buffy
bent over and began unbuttoning Marge's blouse.  Marge's youngest child had
just gone off to college, and though her breasts were large, they drooped
only a little.  The bra she wore was because she was a professor's wife,
and such women were expected to wear them.  She pushed at Buffy's hands,
but not enough to keep her from taking the blouse off.  Marge looked up at
the boy, whose name she didn't even know.  "Don't hurt me." she whined.

   He kneeled.  He'd been listening to Buffy, and, though it sounded
strange, he knew there was some kind of role playing going on here.  He
touched Marge's cheek.  "I'd never cause you harm, fair lady." he said in
what he thought was an imitation of a knight's voice.  "But I ache for you.
Your beauty attacks my senses.  I must have you."

   It may have been hokey and lame, but it was an excuse for Marge to do
what she wanted to do, and that was feel a strange cock in her pussy. 
"What must I do?" she whined.

   "Show me your beautiful breasts." said the knight.

   Marge reached behind her and the catch to her bra parted.  The bra
snapped forward and she let it fall down her arms.  She started to cover
her breasts, but the boy's hand shot to her wrists, stopping her.

   "NO!" he said, a little too loudly, startling Marge.  "They're
beautiful" he said in a softer voice.

   Marge flushed red and struggled, but not too much with the boy's grip.

   "Now the rest of you" commanded her capturing knight.

   "No" she whispered.

   "I have won the right." insisted the boy, as he took his shirt off.

   "I can't" said Marge.

   "You must." said the boy.

   Buffy leaned over and pulled on Marge, causing her to fall back onto a
futon cushion she'd placed there.  Then Buffy took Marge's arms from the
boy and stretched them out over her head.  Marge's legs were still free,
but now Buffy controlled her hands.  "You must submit." she whispered.

   "I can't" repeated Marge.

   The boy leaned over to stroke Marge's flat stomach with his fingertips.
She sucked in a breath and moaned.  He looked into her eyes and said "I
must put my baby in this beautiful flat belly.  I need sons.  You will give
them to me." Then he moved to her side and leaned over to kiss where he had
just stroked.  He worked his way toward both exposed breasts.

   Marge gave a wracked sigh and her loins lifted off the futon in mute
appeal for him to do just that.

   "Oh!" moaned Marge.  "You mustn't." she sighed as his lips reached the
base of her breasts.  They started up onto her breast flesh, toward her
straining turgid nipple.  "Don't make me." she pleaded.  Still her legs lay
flat on the mattress and she made no attempt to get free from Buffy's light
grip.  She could have pulled away easily.

   "He has won the right in battle." whispered Buffy into Marge's ear.

   "Ohhhhhhh." groaned Marge.

   The boy reached her nipple and he took it in his mouth.

   "AWWWWWWWWNNNNGGGGG" cried Marge as she felt ecstasy flash from that
nipple to her pussy.  She needed cock badly now, and she knew it, but she
couldn't ask for it.  That would be cheating.  That would be abandoning her
dead husband, recently killed in battle.

   "Don't take my pants off ...  don't make my pussy naked." she whined. 
At the same time she lifted her hips up off the mattress, arching upwards.

   The boy, confused, looked at Buffy, who nodded toward Marge's lower
body. He blinked, and then left the nipple he'd been sucking and put his
fingers at the snap of her slacks.

   When Marge felt them there she arched higher.  "YES ...  NO!  You
mustn't take them off.  I'd be helpless.  I couldn't stop you.  Oh
Pleeease!" she pleaded.

   Now the boy had figured it out and he pulled and unzipped and wrestled
with her tight pants.  When her sensible cotton panties caught in the
clothing, he pulled them down too, baring her brown thatch.  The odor of
turned on woman wafted up into the air.  It was so strong that both Buffy
and the boy smelled it, even though they were three feet apart.

   Now the boy played his part to the core.  As soon as her body was bare,
he forced himself between her legs, kneeing them open as she complained
that he'd killed her husband and she could never submit ...  that she'd
never had another man.  Her fevered mind was half role playing and half
responding with truth.

   But through it all she never pushed him away with her feet, nor tried to
break Buffy's grip on her wrists.

   Still the boy paused when his rampant prick touched Marge's vulva.  She
went suddenly still and limp, and he looked at Buffy.

   Buffy leaned down.  "Do you submit?" she whispered.  She kissed Marge's
forehead.  "Do you give the winner his due?"

   Marge gazed up at the ceiling, her eyes glazed.  The feelings she was
experiencing were amazingly forceful.  She was about to give up to her
lust. All she had to do was say "yes" and she would feel that long hard
prick that she so desperately needed right now.  Sucking the boy had only
inflamed her pussy, and now she needed to be fucked.  The sweetness of
knowing what would happen with the saying of that one three letter word was
so strong that she delayed only because the anticipation was almost as much
fun.  Finally though, she surrendered.

   "Yessssss" she hissed.

   The boy let his hips fall, and filled Marge with his youthful boner. 
Her cry of anguish at cheating, mixed with the intense joy of getting what
she needed, as well as the relief of her conscience because of the fact she
was "forced" all came out in one long scream.  Buffy let go of her hands,
which immediately clasped her lover to her fiercely.  Her legs came up off
the mattress and wrapped around the boy whose prick was lodged deep in her
pussy.

   "Now...  give me your sons." she cried.

   Buffy stood as the young man began taking the spoils of battle.  He was
wild.  He was the third virgin who Clint had mentioned.  When the time to
admit it had come, he'd kept his mouth closed, afraid that somehow, the
virgins would be laughed at.  Marge was the first woman to put her mouth on
his prick.  It was his first fuck and he was losing his virginity to the
woman who had sucked him off for the first time in his life.  He was
athletic in his pursuit to reward this woman for what she didn't even know
she had done for him.  And, in part of his mind, he WAS trying to give her
his sons.

   Marge loved it.

   Buffy stood up and looked at the loser of the "battle" who stood sadly,
watching his friend take the woman.  Buffy held out her hand to him and led
him to Melinda, who was sitting on a couch, rubbing her pussy.  She had
rubbed all the available sperm into her skin, and the two donors were lying
relaxed on either side of her, limp and, for the moment, satisfied.  When
Buffy led the new boy over Melinda looked up through her lashes.

   Buffy said "I don't think this one's empty yet." she said.

   Melinda breathed deeply, looking at the stiff prick.  "OK." she said
simply.

   Buffy left to go toward the couch, where Clint and Jennifer had somehow
moved closer together.  Clint was holding Jennifer's hand, and she looked
animated and relaxed as they talked.

   They looked up as Buffy approached.



   CHAPTER SEVEN

   Buffy looked at the man who was both the man who she felt like she might
be falling in love with, and the man who Jennifer might be having fantasies
about.

   "How are you two doing?" she asked.

   "He's nice." said Jennifer.

   "So what have you decided?" asked Buffy.

   "I don't know." said Jennifer.  "I look around and all the other women
are acting so ...  slutty." She said it without heat.  "But they look like
they're so happy.  I don't understand it at all."

   "Why don't you and Clint dance?" asked Buffy.  "Like you and Mr.  Carter
did.  I'll go put on some music." Buffy left before Jennifer could refuse.
She went to the stereo and found a couple of CDs that had slow dance cuts
on them.  She slid one into the player and hit the button to choose the two
slow songs on it.  Then she hit the button that would play those selections
over and over.

   She saw Clint stand up and pull Jennifer to her feet.  She was resisting
...  saying no with her mouth ...  but she stood up.  When Buffy saw
Jennifer let herself be pulled into his embrace, and they started moving
their feet, Buffy turned away so Jennifer wouldn't feel like she was being
stared at.

   Buffy turned just in time to hear Melinda say "I've felt it all over my
skin ..." She was talking to the boy Buffy had led to her, who was jacking
on his cock, his eyes still wild.  "...  but I've never felt it inside me."
Melinda reached up for him and he sank between her legs, pushing the tip of
his cock against her pussy lips.  There was a groan from both of them as he
slid his ready-to-spurt boner into her pussy.  Three thrusts later he
moaned and stopped.  Melinda sighed.  "So THAT'S what I've been missing."

   Buffy wandered over to where Alice and the boy she'd sucked off were
draped, side by side on the couch.  Alice smiled when she saw Buffy coming.
"You've turned us all into whores." she said.  But there was no real bite
in her tone.

   "I've helped you experience what you like." said Buffy.  "When you leave
here you can return to what you've always been."

   Alice barked a laugh.  "Yeah, right.  You're a wicked woman Buffy.  You
know good and well we can't take all this back ...  ignore it."

   "Well, you could always confine your new ...  activities ...  to Mike. I
happen to know he loves a good blow job." Buffy frowned.  "Unless you want
to be thoroughly debauched and let this nice young man put his pretty penis
in your pussy.  I'm sure he'd be willing."

   The pledge perked up immediately, half sitting up.  Alice put one hand
on his chest.  "I don't think so, Buffy." she said.  That's something I'm
going to save for Mike.  He's going to be a very surprised young
conservative the next time I see him.  And I'm going to let him be the
first to suck my pussy."

   "Good for you." said Buffy.  "I like a woman who knows what she wants."

   "Which reminds me," said Alice turning to the boy she'd sucked off at
least twice.  "One word of what we did to anybody outside this room and
I'll cut your balls off and have them for supper.  Got that?"

   The boy looked injured.  "I promised already.  My honor as a member of
Delta Chi Epsilon rests on it." He glanced at Buffy.  "Besides, we get a
special reward if we keep our mouths shut."

   "Yes, you do." said Buffy.  She raised her shirt and flashed one naked
breast at the boy.

   "In that case, I'm hungry." said Alice, and she rolled off the couch and
forced the boy's legs apart.  He lay his head back on the couch and sighed
as she gobbled him up for a third time.

   Buffy looked out of the side of her eye and saw Clint's hands massaging
Jennifer's buttocks in her tight jeans.  She was obviously grinding her
pelvis against his, and her hands were sliding along his muscular back.  As
Buffy watched Clint looked into Jennifer's eyes and kissed her.  It was a
long kiss, and when it broke Jennifer pushed him away from her.  Her hands
slid down his arms and she took his hands though, saying something to him.
Clint looked up and caught Buffy's eye.

   She walked over to the pair.

   Clint spoke as soon as Buffy was close to them.  "Jennifer would like to
spend some time alone with me." he said.  "Where the others can't see her."
Jennifer made a sound in her throat and buried her face in Clint's chest.

   Buffy said "I promised all the women I would stay with them tonight.  I
think the others wouldn't mind if I left them to stay with Jennifer.  We
could go to your room?" she prompted.  "Would that be OK Jennifer?"

   Jennifer's muffled voice came from Clint's chest.  "Yes."

   "You take her to your room and I'll be up shortly." said Buffy.  "Don't
start without me."

   Clint led Jennifer off, her head hanging, her hair covering her face. 
Buffy went to each of the women and said she'd be gone for a little while,
making sure that each one agreed it was OK for them to be left alone with
the men.  Then she went to Clint's room.  She knocked and let herself in,
closing the door behind her.  There was only one light on in the room, and
that was the bedside lamp.

   Jennifer was undoing the buttons of Clint's shirt.

   Buffy went to the chair Clint used to watch TV in and sat down.  It was
dark in the corner where the chair was.  She didn't say anything.

   Clint started unbuttoning Jennifer's shirt.  It was completely quiet in
the room as the couple slowly disrobed each other.  Clint took Jennifer in
his arms as he undid her white bra.  She sighed as he took it from her
arms.

   "You're so beautiful." he whispered as her breasts were revealed to him.
Clint kissed her several times before he moved his hands to her jeans.  She
stood silently as he slid them down her legs.  He kissed her stomach and
she put her hands behind his head.  Her own head fell back as she raised
her closed eyes to the ceiling.

   Clint kissed his way up her stomach and loved each nipple with his thick
lips and tongue.  Jennifer started moaning and her hands fluttered on the
back of Clint's head.

   "Ohhh it feels so goood" she gasped.  "I didn't know it would feel so
good."

   He kissed his way back down to her abdomen and started sliding her
panties down very slowly.  When he ran his lips through her pubic hair she
cried out softly and bent her knees.

   "Ohhhhh Mister Cee" she whispered.  She stepped out of her panties and
let herself be hugged as he kissed her mound and then kissed his way back
up to her neck.

   Jennifer's head lolled sideways as she accepted his kisses.  "It's just
like my dream." she sighed.  Her arms went around Clint and stroked his
back as she pressed her pale breasts to the dark chest of the man who had
disrobed her.

   "You're so beautiful." he said softly into her hair.

   Then she let herself be herded to the bed, where she sat until he
arranged her prone, on her back, her head on a pillow.  She turned her head
in the dim light as he undid his pants.  She'd seen this dark staff before,
but she stared at it now as if it was the first time.  Her right hand
lifted off the covers of the bed and drifted to her pubic hair, where her
fingertips began to stroke.  Still she was silent.

   Clint moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up on it.  He waited
until she moved her feet apart and moved forward, but only a little.  "I
want to taste you." he whispered.

   Jennifer let out another little cry and very slowly pulled her knees up,
letting them fall apart just as slowly.  Clint inched forward as space was
created for him.  When she was exposed, he dipped his head.

   All Buffy could see in the darkness was his head go down.  Jennifer's
reaction was astonishing.  With a low animal growl she thrust her pussy up
against Clint's mouth and began to wail softly.  Her fists gripped the
covers and her back arched.  Buffy couldn't believe it, but it was obvious
she was already having an orgasm.  It lasted most of a minute and then
Clint raised his head.

   "You're a squirter, Jennifer.  That's why the bed was wet."

   "Ohhhhhhh" Jennifer moaned, her hands covering her face.

   "You don't understand." said Clint softly.  "You taste fabulous.  It's a
GOOD thing."

   Clint climbed up over the girl and she took her hands away from her
face. Buffy could see the whites of her eyes in the dark.  Jennifer
whimpered "Are you going to ...?"

   "Yes" he said softly.  "Feel me Jennifer.  Feel what you do to me."

   Buffy saw Jennifer's hand disappear between their bodies and heard the
hiss of indrawn breath as Jennifer found what Buffy knew was the long black
rod that hung heavily between his legs.

   "Put it in for me beautiful Jennifer.  I've wanted you ever since you
turned fourteen." Clint played his part.

   Obviously Jennifer cooperated, because Buffy saw his buttocks slowly
lower and she heard Jennifer's low shriek as her virginity was torn from
her body.  Clint stopped and kissed the woman under him, telling her how
special she was, and how beautiful, and how good she felt, wrapped around
his cock.

   Buffy saw Jennifer's hands steal around to the black buttocks that were
frozen over her loins, and then saw the fingers spread as Jennifer pulled.

   Over the next few minutes Buffy had to pull her own pants down and play
with her own itchy pussy as she watched Clint's buttocks set up a faster
and faster pace, until he was plunging into Jennifer with abandon.  With a
squeal Jennifer popped again and Buffy winced as she saw the fingernails
dig into Clint's back.

   Then Clint was gasping.  "Little Jennifer" he panted.  "I'm about to
cum, little Jennifer.  What should I do my sweet sweet Jennifer?"

   The hands went to his buttocks again, and without saying a word Jennifer
communicated that he was to stay deep inside her.  He did, and grunted as
his long black prick belched streams of semen deep into Jennifer's womb. 
She sobbed as she felt, for the first time, what made a man a man enter her
body.

   Then it was quiet.  Clint stayed poised over her, buried in her, letting
her catch her breath.  He kissed her several times and asked if she was OK.
Her answers were too soft for Buffy to understand, but there was no crying,
or anger, and she did not push her lover away.  Clint stayed deep in her,
letting his hips slide back and forth slowly, extending her pleasure as
their slippery juices made his passage across her clit smooth and sensual.

   Eventually, though, Clint withdrew, and Buffy heard the same sound she
always made when a man withdrew.  It was a sound of mixed relief and
objection to losing what had felt so wonderful only moments before.  Clint
lay beside her and stroked her belly, where his sperm now lay heavily. 
There were more whispers, and a few more kisses.

   "Buffy?" came Jennifer's soft voice.

   "Yes, I'm here." said Buffy from her dark corner.  She was still rubbing
her clit gently."

   "Thank you." said Jennifer.

   "You're welcome." said Buffy.

   "I'm ready to go now." said Jennifer.

   "That's fine." said Buffy.

   Jennifer got up and began picking up her clothing, putting it back on.
Buffy stood up and pulled her pants up.  Clint stayed on the bed, lounging,
watching the two women.  When Jennifer was finished she went to the door
and opened it.  Then she went back to the bed and leaned over to kiss Clint
one last time.  Buffy heard her thank him for being so gentle with her. 
Then Buffy followed her into the hall.  Nothing was said as they walked
down the hallway, side by side.

   Jennifer stopped suddenly and faced Buffy.  "After he put his mouth on
me ...  it wasn't Mr.  Cee any more." Buffy didn't say anything.  Jennifer
went on.  "After he told me I tasted good ...  it was just Clint from then
on."

   "Are you sorry?" asked Buffy.

   "No.  He was so sweet and gentle.  I wasn't scared at all."

   "John is just as sweet and gentle." said Buffy.

   "I know." said Jennifer.  "I've been trying to make him tough and hard.
I think I like sweet and gentle now."

   Buffy looked at her watch.  "He should be in his room, analyzing the run
of stocks for the week."

   "I think I'll go see him." said Jennifer.

   "Um ...  don't you want to go take a shower or something?" asked Buffy.

   "I'll take one in his room.  Then I think I'll come out of the bathroom
naked.  I can't wait to see the look on his face.  It will serve him right
for cheating on me." Jennifer gave Buffy a tired smile.  Her smile
disappeared.  "I don't want you seeing him any more Buffy." she said.

   Buffy smiled back.  "We see each other about stock tips all the time
Jennifer, but I don't think he'll be chasing after me any more.  And if he
does I'll remind him of where you are."

   "Thanks." said Jennifer.  "You're still a slut, you know."

   "Uh huh" agreed Buffy brightly.

   A strange look came across Jennifer's face and she paled.  "What am I
going to do if I have a little black baby in about nine months?"

   "You have a month to worry about that, and eight more months to l wonder
if it's Clint's or John's.  My suggestion is that you tell John what
happened."

   "You have to be kidding me." said Jennifer, astonished.

   "He cheated on you.  You cheated on him.  I was involved in both.  Tell
him he needs to get enough sperm in you to beat out Clint's little
wrigglers.  How would you feel about it if you DID have a little black
baby?"

   Jennifer frowned.  "I'll never ever forget Clint.  I'll always have a
soft spot in my heart for him.  I don't even know his last name.  This is
all so strange to me I don't know what I'd do."

   "Well, I wouldn't worry about it until you have reason to worry about
it. If you decide to worry about it then you might want to wait a month to
go take that shower at John's room.  Then you'd at least know whose it was
if you found a bun in your oven."

   "After what just happened, I'm not wasting any more time." Jennifer said
firmly.  "Will you tell the girls I had to leave?"

   Buffy nodded as Jennifer turned toward the entrance to the Frat, while
Buffy went toward the party room.

   Buffy got back just in time to find five pledges, who had gathered in a
circle around a prone and naked Melinda, trying to cum together.  It was a
game, and they were being urged on by Christy, Alice and Marge.  Alice was
the only woman in the room with her clothing on.  Two of the pledges
erupted as Buffy came in, their strings of cum landing on Melinda as she
happily rubbed their spend all over her body.  One more was thirty seconds
behind them.  It took the other two another forty-five seconds.  They
caught hell from the women.  Alice promptly got to her knees and started
slurping up stray shots of semen from Melinda's skin.  Melinda laughed and
made ineffectual pushes to get Alice's head away from her.

   Buffy's practiced eye saw clear evidence, primarily running drips of
semen, between the legs of all three naked women.  Alice was the only one
who hadn't gotten her pussy packed with sperm that night.

   "Alice?" Buffy said.  All heads turned toward her, including Alice's as
she rose to her knees, licking her lips.  "Mike should be at the Student
Union about now, having a beer with some of his buddies.

   Alice blinked and then stood up swiftly.  "I have to go." she said.  She
licked her lips again.  One of the pledges darted off to a table and came
back with a toothbrush in a cellophane wrapper that also had a tiny tube of
toothpaste in it.  He handed it to Alice, who looked wide eyed back at him.

   "I have a ...  friend ...  who's a dentist." said Buffy.  I thought they
might be useful at tonight's ...  practice."

   Alice took off toward the bathroom as Buffy looked down at Melinda. 
"Melinda honey, I don't think a toothbrush is going to do it for you. 
Boomer is in his room, thinking about tomorrow's game.  He does that way
too much.  He needs something to take his mind off of the fear that he
won't do well.  He needs to relax and get a good night sleep."

   Melinda smiled a goofy grin.  "I can help him do that." she said,
sitting up.  She was covered with sperm.  "Now I think I'm ready for that
washcloth."

   Mark spoke shyly.  "I have a shower in my room."

   "Let's go!" said Melinda happily.

   Buffy turned to the remaining women.  "I have no idea where your
husbands are, or what they're doing.  I only see them during the week."

   Christy turned to Marge.  "How would you and Bill like to come over for
dinner tomorrow night?"

   Marge goggled.  "You mean ...?"

   "I mean why don't you wear that dress.  And I'll study up on the battle
of Trafalgar, or Helen of Troy or something.  Who knows what could happen?"

   Two more pledges stepped forward.  One was Marge's captor, who held out
his hand to her.  "I have a shower too." he said simply.  Marge flushed a
little and tittered.  "Do you have a bed too?  I told my husband I wouldn't
be home until tomorrow morning."

   "Gee, I did too." said Christy.  She looked at the three remaining
pledges.  "I may have to take three showers to get clean enough to go
home." She hooked arms with two of the boys and told the third to lead the
way to his room.

   Buffy was standing in the middle of the party room alone when Clint
walked in.  "Where'd everybody go?" he asked.

   "Well, Melinda, Christy and Marge are all taking showers." she said. 
"Alice is on her way to find her boyfriend and blow his mind, along with
his cock.  Jennifer is trying to figure out what she's going to do if she
has a little black baby in nine months."

   Clint's eyes showed white all around his pupils.  "She wasn't on the
pill?  Why didn't somebody tell me she wasn't on the pill?" he complained.

   "I'm not on the pill, and I let you cum in me." said Buffy.

   "Yeah, but I figured you out.  You only let me cum in you when you know
you're safe."

   "Sometimes a girl gets carried away." said Buffy.  She went up and put
her arms around the boyfriend she had just shared with several other women.
"I'm not safe right now Clint." she said, kissing him.  "I'm right in the
middle of my ovulation." she kissed him again, grinding her pussy against
the lump in his jeans.  "I could get carried away very easily, what with
all those hormones flowing through my veins.  I mean if you were to take me
to your room, where you fucked that other hussy, and maybe knocked her up,
I wouldn't be able to resist letting you knock me up too."

   Clint looked into Buffy's eyes soberly.  "I didn't know we had gotten to
that point in our relationship." he said softly.

   "I didn't either, until I thought about Jennifer having your baby.  I
think I'm a little jealous.  I think I'm a lot horny.  And I think maybe
I've found the man who I want to father my next little bundle of joy."

   "I'm not the kind of guy who makes babies and then moves on to another
woman." said Clint seriously.

   "Good." said Buffy.

   She took his hand and led him toward his room.

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EPILOGUE:

   A month later, Silk Stockings entertained six women who wanted a private
dining room for their meal.  Kristen knew Marge and Christy, but the other
women were such a mix of styles and types that Kristen had a hard time
understanding what the women had in common.  There were smiles all around,
however, and they ordered enough food and drink to make her whole day worth
opening up for, so Kristen just got them what they wanted and left them
alone.

   The table was round and the women spread out around it.  Buffy spoke
first.  "I understand, from the invitation I got, that this is a meeting to
discuss progress in your relationships."

   The other women darted glances at each other.  Finally Christy spoke. 
"Yes.  Everybody agreed to come, but not everyone has agreed to speak."

   Buffy frowned.  "I'm sorry to hear that.  I had hoped all the news would
be good."

   Again there were darted glances.  Buffy looked at Jennifer.  She had
wanted to be the leader before, so Buffy just asked her "How are things
going with John?"

   Jennifer stiffened, and then relaxed.  "I told him everything." she
said.

   "And?" asked Buffy.

   "He was very angry with me for a few days.  Then he came back and asked
me all kinds of questions ...  about ...  Clint.  And what we did.  I don't
understand it, but he got all excited when I told him what happened.  And
then he asked me if I'd do the same thing with him.  He wanted to dance
first.  He was so romantic.  He said he forgave me and asked me to forgive
him, and I did and we made love.  Then he asked me to marry him."

   "And he knows that it was a dangerous time for you when you and Clint
...?"

   "He knows.  When he talks about it, it makes him wild.  Buffy I think he
WANTS me to be pregnant with another man's child!"

   "And how do you feel about that?" asked Buffy.

   Jennifer leaned back and held up her left hand.  There was a modest, but
pretty diamond on her ring finger.  "He loves me no matter what.  I can't
help but love him the same way.  If Clint didn't make me ...  uh ...  you
know ...  then John is going to.  He's insatiable!"

   "So is Bill" said Marge.  She looked uncomfortable at her outburst,
because everyone looked at her.  She looked around.  "After ...  that night
..." She blushed.  "I studied up a little bit on Genghis Khan.  He was a
great warlord.  And I got a beautiful oriental robe with dragons and things
on it.  And when he came home won night I was wearing the robe with nothing
on under it.  Bill has a grad student who works with him.  She's Asian and
very beautiful.  I told him I knew he'd been having an affair and asked him
if it was with her.  I think I just wanted to see what he would do. 
Anyway, he confessed to the affair, but insisted it wasn't with Min -
that's her name.  Well, we talked, and I told him I'd been thinking about
his obsession.  I asked him if he were Genghis Khan, if Min was the kind of
woman he'd want to take in battle.  He got this funny look in his eye and
said she'd definitely be one that men fought over.  Then I asked him if
he'd fight over me.  I suggested that, since he'd had an affair, I might
want to have one to get even, and I asked him if he'd fight with the man I
had an affair with to win me back."

   She looked around the group, her eyes bright.

   "You wouldn't have believed how excited he got.  First he blustered and
threatened and said I'd better not.  So I said 'What if I already did? 
Will you fight for me?' and he just went wild.  He was ranting and throwing
books.  I bowed to him and said I was Min and called him Lord Genghis.  I
was waiting for him to laugh.  If he would have I'd have left and never
gone back.  But he didn't laugh.  He attacked me.  He ripped the robe and
demanded sex.  It was ...  it was indescribable.  We went at it most of the
night.  And he's been after me every night since then.  Sometimes we play
roles, and others we're just ourselves."

   Buffy knew what Christy's idea had been.  She also knew how it had
worked out.  But she asked Christy so she could tell the others, if she
wanted to.  Christy shot her a look and then grinned.  "I borrowed Buffy's cheerleader outfit.  I had to alter it a little.  It was a bit
tight.  But it was the same one she'd seduced him with and I knew he'd
recognize it.  I put it on, without panties and bra, just like she did, and
waited for him to get home.  When he walked in and saw me I thought I might
have to call 911.  He started crying and begged my forgiveness and made me
feel just horrible.  I mean I did much more than he did.  So I told him
about what I'd done ...  confessed a lot of it anyway ...  and I suggested
that since we both were bad, we should both be punished.  Then I flipped up
the skirt of Buffy's outfit and said I needed to be spanked.  He did it
too!" It was obvious he'd taken her seriously.  "Then he dragged me off to
bed and made me leave the outfit on while we made love."

   "And what was his punishment?" asked Buffy.

   "He doesn't get to cum until I tell him he can." said Christy. 
"Sometimes I squeeze him to make him stop.  But only until he gets it in
me. I have about six or seven outfits now.  Oh, and I borrowed Marge's
dress too.  We're ...  ah ...  scheduled to have dinner with them next
Friday night.  Marge has suggested that, if we're too tired to drive all
that way home, we can stay in the guest bedroom."

   Buffy smiled.  It was about ten blocks from the Tinder's house to the
Sorenson's.  She turned to Melinda next.  "And how are things with Boo ...
um ...  Charles?"

   Melinda smiled.  "Boomer is fine.  Nobody even knows his name IS Charles
except you and me.  We talked about things.  You were right.  He doesn't
want to have anything to do with plumbing supplies.  He said he was sorry,
and that he loved me, but that he just couldn't do that right now.  So I
asked him if, when he got on an NFL team he'd forget all about me and you'd
have thought I'd shot him.  He started crying and begged me to stay with
him wherever he went and said he wanted to marry me and everything.  He was
so sweet.  So I told him that I'd thought about things, and that I knew
about Buffy, and that if he needed sex that badly that I wanted him to have
it with me instead of her.  He was quiet for a while and then he blamed
Buffy for seducing him.  But I told him it didn't matter, and that all I
wanted to know was if I was his only girl from now on, and that, if I was,
I'd go anywhere he wanted to go and do anything he wanted to do.  And then
we went to bed and it was wonderful.  Except there's only one thing ..."
she trailed off.

   "What's that?" asked Buffy.

   "He's afraid to let me jack him off before the games without the gloves.
He's afraid it will change the luck."

   "Tell him he's a goofball and that if, after three games, he can tell a
difference, you'll go back to using the gloves.  If you clean his pipes
nicely he'll play well and he'll get over that little hangup." said Buffy.
Melinda agreed to try it.

   Alice was the only one left.  She shrugged her shoulders and said "I
went and found Mike and told him to come with me.  When I got him outside I
took him in the shadows and pushed him against the wall and sucked him
until he fell down.  Then I took him back to his room at the Frat - I saw
two of the boys there, by the way, and they acted like they'd never seen me
in their lives - and anyway I took him to his room and blew him again. 
Then I told him that, if he ever had sex with Buffy again he'd never feel
my lips around his cock again, and that, if he was a good boy for a week,
I'd let him take my cherry."

   "And was he good?" asked Buffy.

   Alice grinned.  "He was VERY good.  And then, when I finally let him ...
he was very VERY good.  I can't believe how much time I've lost.  Sex is
fun!"

   There was general agreement around the table.  And there was just
chatter, like there is any time six women get together and have lunch.

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   Six months after the practice session at the Frat there was a dinner
party that was hosted at the Tinder's house.  The invitations said women
only - Girls Night Out.  There were only five invitations, and all five
women showed up to be invited in by Christy Tinder.  The event was catered
by a young man named Mark, who Christy met before she confronted Buffy
Sherwood.  She had gotten to know him very well in those days, and knew he
was discreet.  He agreed to serve the women all by himself.

   Mark was in the kitchen when he heard the doorbell ring several times,
and hurried to finish his preparations.  The guests were arriving and he
wanted things to be just right.

   He almost dropped the tray of hors de oeuvres when he walked into the
room and found six pregnant women.  He'd known Christy was pregnant, of
course, from talking with her about the party.  He'd been concerned at
first when he saw her, because he was afraid she was going to tell him he'd
knocked her up.  But she ignored that part of their relationship and talked
only about wanting the party to be just right.

   He looked at the women covertly as he served them.  They were all
wearing wedding bands, so they were all married.  They were all animated
and seemed to be the best of friends.  One, whom all the others seemed to
hold in high regard was named Buffy.  When he later served her a plate of
food she asked him "Do you know how to work a camera?"

   "Sure" he said.

   "And can you keep your mouth shut?" she asked, smiling.

   "Of course." he said, a little annoyed.

   "Then we may ask you to take a group picture of us." she said.

   "Why would I have to keep quiet about taking a picture of all of you?"
he asked, mystified.

   "Because we'll all be naked when you take the picture."

   "Oh." he said, blinking.

   "It's to compare bellies." she said conspiratorially.  "We're all
pregnant."

   "Uh ...  I saw that." he said.  This was one strange woman.  He couldn't
control the urge to vent his curiosity.  "You know, I've seen two women
together who were pregnant, and I think there have been a couple of times
I've seen three women pregnant at the same time.  But sx?  At the same
time? And all together ...  wanting their picture taken ...  naked?  Are
you guys part of some group or Lamaz class or something?

   Buffy smiled.  "I suppose you could call us a club of sorts.  We got to
know each other before we were pregnant, and have gotten together several
times since then.  We're just friends who all happen to be pregnant."

   "Oh ...  I see." said Mark.  But he didn't really see.  On the other
hand, getting to see these women naked was a great idea as far as he was
concerned.  He told Buffy he'd be happy to take any pictures they wanted.

   While Mark was putting the finishing touches on dinner it was agreed
that he'd take the picture.  After dinner Christy got her camera.  Mark had
been thinking about what Buffy had said, and he had a few ideas.  He asked
Christy if she had a ladder, which she did.  He set it up and when he
turned around the women were all in various stages of undress.  He watched,
his mouth falling more and more open as they all stripped naked.

   "Quit staring, pervert." said one woman he'd heard called Jennifer.

   "Sorry." he said.  "It's just that you're all so beautiful."

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah." said Jennifer.  "That's what they ALL say.  And
that's how we all GOT this way!" There was a cascade of laughter from the
other women.

   First he had them all stand in a circle, facing inward and had them get
closer and closer together until all their bellies were touching.  Their
shoulders were back.  Christy had shown him where a step ladder was kept
and he'd gotten it out.  He set the ladder as close to them as possible and
climbed up on it, holding the camera out and pointing it down.  He tried to
get it directly above the center of the circle and then took the picture.
It was a digital camera, so they could see the results immediately.  He had
to try it five times before everyone liked the picture.  It ended up with
all the women looking up at the camera.  Their pregnant bellies looked like
some strange flower, with their breasts the petals.

   Then he had them stand from shortest to tallest, each one standing
behind and slightly to the right of the one in front of her.  That put the
pregnant bellies in a row.

   After that it was the same thing, only it was the smallest belly in
front, with the largest belly in the back, at the end of the row.

   Finally he had them all lie on the floor and then he lay down too,
aiming the camera over what looked like hills and valleys in some desert of
flesh.

   And of course there was one with all of them just facing the camera,
arms around each other, bellies hanging out toward the camera.

   Some of the women wanted a picture with just one or two of them in it,
arms linked, or around each other.  Two wanted a picture of them face to
face, leaning forward over their bellies, which were touching.  They
pressed their foreheads together and he took the shot.

   Christy and another woman her age had one taken of them embracing each
other and kissing, like lesbians.  Except they were pregnant, so they
couldn't be lesbians ...  right?  Mark got confused about that and just
decided not to think about it any more.

   In fact, he decided not to think about anything at the moment except the
beautiful naked women all around him.

   "Ah ...  if you ladies will excuse me ...  there's something I need to
attend to in the kitchen."

   The one named Buffy looked at him and giggled, whispering to another
woman beside her.  The woman tiptoed to the kitchen door, peeked in, and
then walked in shoving the door open.  There were voices to be heard, but
it was impossible to understand what they said.

   Not too long afterward they came out again.

   Alice was smacking her lips, and Mark had a big goofy smile on his face.

   "He says he'll take the pictures when we compare children too."

   Everybody cheered.

   He did too, though he had to wait another five months before all six
women had their babies.

   To the caterer, all the babies looked pretty much alike.  Except for the
two that were milk chocolaty brown, and had fuzzy black hair.  Those two
looked alike too in a lot of ways, he thought.

   As he tried to think of a way that could happen, he decided that maybe
the mothers were sisters ...  who had married brothers.

   Then he quit worrying about it and went to the blond M.I.L.F.  named
Alice to get his 'payment' for taking the pictures.
   The End
