Chapter 3

Betsy had something to eat and felt thoroughly refreshed. The weekend dream festival was progressing exactly as planned and she still had chapters of her life story to review. Her grad school relationship with Ron was over and thankfully she had gotten rid of a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss.

Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked forward to reviewing the torture. Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up. Betsy realized the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side. The wicked contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted in the orgasm of her life. But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience right now and she planned to save that for another chapter.

Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom for more erotic dreams. She was already into the next chapter when she jumped on the bed. Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living her life without regrets. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail.

Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's dad loved having her around even though she nagged him.

This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature woman. Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she liked. It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New Orleans. Betsy was at a party when she met Phil. He walked into the room with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in the room. They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next day.

Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party, which Betsy could still remember. He booked her into the Ritz and they made love over the weekend. It started a long distance relationship with daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months. Then Betsy was offered a job in Virginia. It was much better money than her New Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil.

The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and relaxation activities. Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for the summer and the couple went there every weekend. Betsy loved the beach, not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere. The house had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented out to his friends. He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and the other four bedrooms were on the second level. There was a walkway on that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very comfortable feeling.

Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and playing volleyball. Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in the sand for the entire summer. Betsy got to know most of the regulars even though there was a constant change of faces. At night most of the people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother anyone.

Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil happy. Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite hilarious. There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman, Pisser and Flipper. When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy almost choked. It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was happening. Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried.

Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered thinking that it was probably better not to know. Her life story abruptly got more interesting. It was near the end of summer when she was sitting at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in. He was a hunk who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time.

Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she set eyes on him. She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very nice conversation that eventful day. It made her smile now when she remembered just how naïve and inexperienced she was in those days. Phil, Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking. As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day.

About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys going into one of the bedrooms. When she asked why, Thomas simply said that the only way to find out was to have a look. The three went upstairs and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened. She remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away. As she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned her over to all of his buddies. When Betsy looked into the room, she noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky cum.

Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being savagely fucked. There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest. All of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor. There were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden onrush of more guys entered.

To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but suddenly she was inside the room. Frantically she looked around and couldn't find Phil or Thomas. Everything happened so fast that even today she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed. She remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over her body.

It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified. She grabbed someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone else's hand shot under her shirt. Her boobs were outside her bra so fast that she was dumbfounded. Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues. A guy had his hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants.

What she heard still sent shivers through her body. "Fresh meat. Hurry up guys ... strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed. Holy sweet shit ... this bitch has nice tits. Look at those jugs ... and those fucking nipples."

The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering. Not only for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties with the new slut. Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for help. Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside so they could rescue her. Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held her arms fully stretched up in the air. Another guy pushed her shirt and bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like he had never felt tits before.

Everything was out of control. Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants. She didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom. He quickly shoved his hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do was squirm and struggle to get free.

Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons. All of a sudden one of the guys groping her went flying across the room. Then Thomas was standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor little Betsy back to her own bedroom. Just as he started to lead her from the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat, ' but Thomas said he didn't think so. This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake of confronting an unknown opponent.

Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would leave Thomas and Phil alone. She remembered thinking the man was going to beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she could do was go with the man. The last thing she remembered was Thomas letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go.

When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap. His face was bloody and Betsy thought she was dreaming. Then someone took her hand and out the door they went untouched or unmolested. Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the hall.

Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near gangbang of his girlfriend. About the last thing in the world Betsy ever expected she would be willing to do, she did. Her shirt and bra were still askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her overheated body. Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the room and he took his clothes off. "Bets ... love. I couldn't believe my eyes ... they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open. Fuck honey ... I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all over you. Fuck ... the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. When he took it out and licked his wet fingers ... I wanted to fuck you right there."

Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off. He stood naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking. "Honey. I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been there. Yano what I think? I think we should give Thomas a reward. Let him have sex with you. Co'mon ... let's do it."

His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand why she didn't resist. She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. But then she realized. From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he was the man for her. She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but suddenly she was more than willing.

Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was naked. She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was okay. Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe. He was all muscle and hung. She could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen.

Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained. He almost tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck his cock. Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes. "Come on baby. Show the man. Suck cock like you know how," Phil said. "And get on your hands and knees ... so Thomas can get his reward."

Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. "Christ baby ... I want to watch. I want to watch you have sex with someone," Phil whispered. "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at the same time ... by him!"

Betsy was simply amazed when it happened. Phil manhandled her until she was on hands and knees and in the desired position. The images of being completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble. Phil shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in her mouth. She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock just the way he liked.

Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved. She knew Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush against her exposed backside. The devastating thought of being taken by a stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined.

She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on what Thomas was doing. Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt and then he touched her between the legs. Her body jerked forward and Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away. Suddenly a streak of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to her head.

Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy labia. He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't want to make her wait. Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never felt anything like it. The extreme heat instantly made his temperature rise and then Betsy pushed back at him. Her sexy body went into convulsion right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck.

All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth. He squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far too determined to end it quickly. She pumped her hand back and forth on his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth. Even in his drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea. His glassy eyes stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind.

Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend. He heard bare flesh slapping together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big cock going in and out of her precious snatch. Phil merely grabbed her head tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth. Then he threw his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy.

Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth filled with molten lava. She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and tried hard not to choke. Just as the last few drops were sucked out of Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound. There wasn't much she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary.

Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off. Suddenly more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a subconscious state.

All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but Phil had other ideas. His desire for sexual gratification had been satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink. Phil obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked Betsy beyond belief. He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and then look in on what the other guys were doing. She took it to mean Phil wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't upset her at all.

Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend left her with someone else. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed.

She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the most memorable affairs of her life.

Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans. His right arm was over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her entire front unguarded. At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of her body without lingering on any specific spot. In the perfect dreamland state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty space.

All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her tits. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs.

She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate. She felt his fingers tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton. Betsy sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her until she whimpered out loud. "This time ... we are going to do it right. Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear. "Lift your leg ... up a bit."

Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between her thighs. His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up against her wetness.

Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling. His right hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard cock. He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly. Then he threatened to push the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris.

Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness. Suddenly her breathing resumed but it was ragged and very broken. Now at the age of 39 and remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss. She abruptly broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas. "Oh gawd, I need you. Please, please make love to me," she whispered.

Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed. "Put your hands on it. Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer. "Make it nice and hard ... hard so you can sit on it."

Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before finding out. Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in a most prestigious position. It hovered at an angle above his hips and Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft.

"I want to watch you. Watch you make love to me. See you with my cock in your hands ... and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered.

Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly. She swooped down and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied. "Leave it laying on my belly ... and then sit on top. Sit on me so that your cunt is pushing against my cock. I want you to feel it ... against your love-box," Thomas said. "I want to watch you ... see you making love."

Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together. Betsy crouched over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his outstretched legs. She bent over and put her face mere inches above his chest. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted above his muscular hips and leaned forward. His pecker pressed against the front of her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly.

Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly. She was willing to do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. Suddenly he took control. "Suck my nipples. Suck'em love," he whispered. "Make them hard with your tongue ... and your teeth!"

She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his request very stimulating. When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in her mouth, it was a most profound feeling. Her tongue rolled the bud around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas. "Yes baby. Just like that ... now the other."

Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even hotter. Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed to push up to meet her mouth. Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch. She had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples. "Sit on it. Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock. Push my cock into your lips. Baby ... spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said.

Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right. Betsy gasped out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick shaft embedded into her narrow slit. She sat up straighter but kept her hands on his chest. Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever so tenderly.

The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still. Her hips jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around her slender waist. Suddenly Betsy wanted it now. Her tummy started to quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he lifted her up. "Not yet. Get up ... hold my cock up and sit on it. I want it in your belly," he moaned. Betsy shifted to the rear so that she was sitting on his legs. Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it was free and she held it straight up in the air. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was above his muscular hips again. Then she held perfectly still.

Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock. She wondered if she should sit down but her body was moving before the answer came. Thomas put his hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time. When the tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped. Betsy was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight up.

The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little. First one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go. Betsy was staring into his eyes when it happened. She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and knew he was going to do it. She merely held her breath waiting. Then Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with all his strength. He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock to the hilt with one swift stab.

It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did, all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air. She was positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop until he finally climaxed deep inside of her. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always remember.

That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life. She realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her boyfriend to be with Thomas. The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and she experienced one orgasm after another.

She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend. Phil must have passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend. He was in bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed. Phil mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man.

'But then again, ' Betsy mused. 'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged her return to bed from using the bathroom.

In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover. He woke up and threw his arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil. She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't want to spoil it.

Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time with Thomas. She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to the room she shared with Thomas. That was when she felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. The room was empty and it had been neatly cleaned up. Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by.

"Are you looking for Thomas? If so ... he's gone. Packed up and left about nine," the girl informed Betsy. She could see the concerned look on Betsy's pretty face so she continued. "I liked Thomas. He's not like most of the guys. Are you his girlfriend?"

Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually. "No. No ... We're just friends. I'll see him later ... I'm sure he'll be on the beach this afternoon."

Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny. She was a lovely girl who went to church every Sunday. Penny was fairly thin and she had the cutest smile on her face all the time. The one thing a person noticed about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs. Betsy remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits.

Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone. She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room. Phil had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal volleyball attire. They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the beach at the courts. Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then decided it was best to socialize.

Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally arrived. She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand. Even the loud hollering and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day. Her mind drifted off and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts.

After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand. There was still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand. Then she dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating exercise. She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the things going on around her.

It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was when, and if, Thomas would show up. She had that worried, sickening feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair. Betsy remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to see Thomas again. 'Did Thomas like her? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last night?'

The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the man betrayed her feelings and emotions. She was still disillusioned and halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted. "Is this chair taken? My ... you look even lovelier than last night."

Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. "What? No ... Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but her own around. She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly.

Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. They talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas told her that he was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove.

It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning. He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand. Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in Boston that morning. Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her.

Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation. They each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. "Last night meant a lot to me. Come ... I want to fuck you again," he whispered. Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation. She gulped her beer and off they went.

They went directly to the same room as last night. Luckily it was still unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut. They stood face to face and Betsy watched his lips move. "Take off your suit. I know it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body ... naked," Thomas said. Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?"