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Buffy The Erection Slayer
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Buffy got knocked up at camp, and had a little girl. 
Now she's in college and, while she's not exactly 
looking for a man, she seems to keep tripping over 
them. And their girlfriends... or wives... are getting 
pissed about it. Can Buffy turn the fact that she knows 
WHY their men are cheating to her advantage? The 
continuing adventures of our loveable slut, Buffy. 
(FFM, voy, reluc, cheat, intr, preg)

***

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 too?"

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 beat-off 
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. "That 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 gallon. 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 hard-on." she said. 
Almost everybody laughed. Every man in the room had a 
hard-on. "Can I see it Clint? I'm horny. I bet his 
hard-on 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.

====

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.

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're 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 out 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 mi