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

"Practice on who?" asked Christy suspiciously.

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

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

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

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

"This is INSANE!" shouted Jennifer.

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

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

"How?" asked Christy. She was still suspicious.

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

"You are SUCH A SLUT!" howled Jennifer.

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

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

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

"Who are these men?" asked Marge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jennifer didn't respond.

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

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

"What would I tell Bill?" asked Marge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


CHAPTER FIVE


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

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

"Anything I can do?" he asked.

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

"Clint?" she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?" said Buffy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi," said Buffy neutrally.

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

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

"All of us," said Melinda.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you see her tits? Their gorgeous!"

"I like the brunette."

"The thin one is HOT!"

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

It got quiet.

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

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

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

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

"Fellate?" squeaked Alice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Two," said Buffy.

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

"Yes," said Buffy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything was quiet for a few seconds. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, you can." said Buffy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just a little?" asked Alice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fantastic," said Clint.

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

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

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

"Is that the right way?" she asked.

"Fantastic," Clint said again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jennifer's head turned towards Buffy's face. She 
cleared her throat. "No... I mean it's disgusting." she 
said, but there was no conviction in her voice this 
time. 

She looked haunted and slumped. "There's this dream. I 
keep having it. I've had it since I was a little girl. 
It's a bad dream and it always scares me. I don't know 
why I have it, but it keeps coming back and it won't go 
away."

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

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

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

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

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

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

But no one laughed at Jennifer.

"And?" prompted Buffy.

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

"He rapes you," said Buffy sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Jennifer?" he asked softly.

She jumped, but looked up at him.

"Is the man in your dream ever white?"

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

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

"Never!" said Jennifer. "When I was fourteen Caroline 
and I were still best friends and I wanted to go to the 
Fall Festival. It was a dance. But my mother said only 
sluts go to dances... to rub up against boys... she 
wouldn't let me go. I helped Caroline get ready and was 
there when her mom was ready to take her to the dance. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Carter were so proud of her. They took 
pictures and Mr. Carter asked for the first dance 
before she left. They danced in the living room while 
Mrs. Carter and I watched. Then, after Caroline was 
gone, he asked me to dance. He danced with me because 
my parents wouldn't let me go to fall festival. He said 
I was beautiful." She paused to swallow. "I had the 
first nightmare that night."

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

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

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

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

Melinda blushed, then nodded.

"More than one?" asked Buffy.

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

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

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

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

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

Buffy nodded. "I understand how you feel. A lot of 
people feel that way. And I could feel that way too. I 
don't know if it's Clint, but I'm sure I'll find a man 
who I love so much I won't want to be with any other 
men any more. And that would be fine. I'm not afraid of 
that at all. But until I commit to him and he commits 
to me, I can't tell him what he can and cannot do, and 
I wouldn't want him to run my life either. 

"That's why communication is so important in a 
relationship. You have to listen to each other and make 
decisions about how to be happy and help the other 
person be happy. And if that means you give him a blow 
job once in a while, fine. And if that means he has to 
let you get pregnant, because that's what you want, 
fine. But you have to talk to each other or it all 
falls apart. You and the other women here haven't been 
really communicating with your men and the 
relationships suffered."

Both Melinda and Jennifer nodded unconsciously. 

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

"Why would you do that?" asked Jennifer.

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

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

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

"I don't know," said Jennifer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


CHAPTER SIX


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not. Did you know, Melinda, that Boomer is 
directly responsible for a gain in attendance figures 
of over five thousand fans per game? Did you know that 
the revenue he has brought the school has created 
thirty new scholarships? 

"Did you know that he is rated as one of the two top 
College kickers in all of College football? Did you 
know that there are SEVEN NFL teams who are trying to 
get him to quit school and come kick for them? Did you 
know he's been offered a contract in the MILLIONS to 
kick for one team? That's a lot of plumbing fixtures, 
Melinda. He'd be a millionaire within two years. 
Football is BIG business, Melinda, and it's neither 
stupid or juvenile."

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

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

"Yes I do." said Buffy. "And I know WHY he does what he 
asks you to do. And I know why he wears the same socks 
every game, and eats Spaghetti before every game. He 
does it because he's afraid he'll FAIL at the thing he 
loves the most. And if YOU loved him, you'd want him to 
succeed and you'd REALLY help him be ready for each 
game. You wouldn't ridicule him, or wear rubber gloves 
because his body fluids are obviously so distasteful to 
you that you can't even stand to TOUCH the part of him 
that he shows ONLY you!"

Buffy had a rant going now.

"And THAT'S why he came to ME! He wanted to be with a 
woman who didn't hate his sperm so much that she won't 
even consider touching it!" Buffy decided not to admit 
that she'd had to hunt him like a wounded deer being 
chased by a pack of wolves.

"I don't hate his sperm," objected Melinda.

"Then why on earth don't you touch it... feel it... 
TREASURE IT!" asked Buffy exasperatedly.

"It looks so nasty." said Melinda. "And if I touch it, 
and let him touch me, he'll want to do other things 
too!"

"And is that so horrible?" asked Buffy? "I thought you 
wanted to have a family with this man."

"I told him as soon as he agrees to go to work for my 
father and marries me, we'll... do things." said 
Melinda defensively.

"So, in exchange for doing that you want, making his 
life what YOU want it to be, giving up everything he 
loves... you'll fuck him?"

"Is that so bad?" whined Melinda. "I know what's good 
for him."

"Obviously you think you know what's good for him." 
said Buffy. "But you just as obviously don't know 
what's good for YOU."

"What are you talking about?" sneered Melinda.

"Well, lets see... has he offered to quit school and go 
to work for your father?"

"No. Not yet." Melinda's eyes looked a little haunted.

"OK... and... um... has he talked about setting a date 
to marry you so you can whisk him off to Missouri?"

"No." Melinda was uncomfortable now.

"Gee, so apparently, there's something he loves MORE 
than the idea of getting to crawl between Melinda's 
pretty legs, ISN'T THERE?" 

Buffy had to be brutal. This girl was so self centered 
that she couldn't see what anybody else wanted. 

Buffy pressed on. "And we both know what he loves more 
than the chance to fuck you, Melinda... don't we? He 
loves FOOTBALL more than that! And THAT'S why he let me 
into his life, Melinda, because I'll give him something 
with no strings attached. I'll give him intimacy, AND 
let him be who he wants to be. Think about THAT, 
Melinda. And you know the thing that you need to think 
about even MORE than that? 

You need to think about the fact that he COULD have 
told you to take a hike, because I'd have not only 
jacked him off before a game, I'd have fucked him too 
if he wanted." Again, Buffy knew instinctively that 
admitting she'd had Boomer's nice hard prick spurting 
in her belly would not help her cause with Melinda."

Buffy put her face close enough to Melinda's that the 
girl leaned backwards.
"But he DIDN'T tell you to take a hike Melinda, because 
he LOVES you, even though you try to take away 
everything he loves. YOU are part of his luck now 
Melinda. He's DEPENDENT on you to give him the chance 
to do the only thing he's good at... the thing that 
makes him happiest of all."

Buffy snorted. "You're the most short sighted, 
stupidest girl I've met in a long time. Boomer could 
make millions in the ten years he would kick for some 
team and THEN he could retire and go work for your 
father. Hell, he could buy your father out! How long 
has your father been at it? Is HE a millionaire? I 
doubt it seriously. But all you can see is your own 
little vision of what would make YOU happy. And you'd 
end up miserable. Boomer would never forget that you 
took the only thing he ever loved away from him. You'd 
be divorced within two years, and then it would be too 
late for either of you."

Melinda's most secret fear... that of being alone and 
without influence in the world... had been prodded. She 
was terrified that Buffy was right. 

"What am I supposed to do then?" she cried. "I can't 
compete with women like you."

Buffy lowered her voice. "You don't HAVE to compete 
with me or any other woman. Just loosen up a little. 
Let your normal feelings and his normal feelings play 
themselves out. Help him be the best that he can be. 
There's plenty of time to take him home and show him 
off after he's famous. Didn't you say you wanted him to 
be famous? Help him be WORLD famous Melinda. You could 
OWN him if you'd just be his woman."

"I don't know how to do that kind of thing." said 
Melinda miserably. "My mother never taught me girly 
stuff."

"Who needs your mother?" laughed Buffy. "You want to 
learn girly stuff, there’s lots of places to do that. 
Right now you need to decide if you are willing to 
change your behavior about this pre-game ritual you're 
so important to."

"How do I do that?" asked Melinda.

"Let me suggest that you try to learn how to love the 
feel of semen. You saw Alice and Christy. They took it 
in their mouths and LOVED it. It's not nasty or icky or 
anything like that. It's warm, and slippery, and feels 
good when you rub it into your skin. It's even GOOD for 
your skin." Buffy let that sink in.

Melinda shivered. "I don't know if I could do that."

"And you won't know if you never try," prompted Buffy.

"What would I have to do?" asked Melinda fearfully.

"First, just catch some in your hands. Treat it like 
hand lotion. See what you think. You can always wash 
your hands when you're done. Think of it like getting 
cranberry sauce or something like that on your hands. 
You wash it off and it's gone."

"Would you do it first?" asked Melinda.

"Happily!" said Buffy.

Buffy acted before Melinda could think about it any 
more. She looked across the room where Christy was 
getting mounted by her second virgin while the first 
one stood waiting to climb back on as soon as she was 
open. Christy was whining that she was a virgin, and 
had never done this before, and would he please go 
slowly so he wouldn't hurt her. When she got the boy's 
penis started in her pussy she grabbed his hips and 
pulled as he lunged, slamming deep into her instantly.

"Ohhhhh YESS!" groaned Christy, her voice normal now.

Buffy noticed that Clint had sat down beside Jennifer 
and they were talking quietly. They weren't quite 
sitting at opposite ends of the love seat, but there 
was space enough between them for a person to sit. They 
seemed to be having an earnest conversation.

In another corner of the room two of the pledges were 
sitting in chairs, their pants at their ankles. Alice 
was between the spread knees of one, sucking like a pro 
on his stiff prick. Another one was sitting in a chair 
right beside them, with Marge kneeling between his 
spread thighs. She was jacking on his prick, her mouth 
open, getting ready to eat his cum. The remaining 
pledge was standing and watching, dancing and rubbing 
the front of his pants.

Buffy took Melinda's hand and dragged her toward them. 
"I see a young man who needs to lighten the load in his 
lovely young balls." said Buffy conversationally. Let's 
just help him out.

"I don’t think I can do this., moaned Melinda.

"Don't look at his face," said Buffy. "Just think of 
him as Boomer, and do for him what you do for... 
Charles." Buffy gestured at the lone boy, who eagerly 
stepped toward them.

She turned to Melinda. "OK, how does... Charles... have 
you do him?"

"You don't know?" Melinda asked, surprised.

"What Boomer and I do isn't like what you do. He 
doesn't want me to do what you do." Buffy still didn't 
think it would be helpful to describe what she and 
Boomer did. "That's something... special... that only 
you can do for him."

"Oh," said Melinda. She looked pleased. "Well, he 
always stands. And he wants to be naked. I don't know 
why." She looked thoughtful. "I never asked him. I 
guess I should have asked him, huh?"

"You will next time." said Buffy. She turned to the 
pledge. "Mark, we need you to be naked. Is that OK?"'

Mark nodded and started tearing at his clothes.

"He's eager to please. Makes you feel kind of good, 
doesn't it?"

Melinda nodded and then her eyes got wide as she 
realized what Buffy was implying.

"So, make HIM feel good too," said Buffy simply. "And 
remember... hand lotion."

Melinda faced the now naked boy. "He wants me to kneel, 
but I usually stand up. If I kneeled I might get 
something on my clothes." she explained.

"So take your top off, so nothing can get on it." 
suggested Buffy.

"Be NAKED? In front of... him?" She was referring to 
the frat pledge.

Buffy wanted to reinforce the idea that this was 
'Charles'. "Naked would be even better. He is your 
boyfriend after all. But topless is OK for now. You can 
work up to naked later." Buffy was very practical.

"I'm not wearing a bra." said Melinda very quietly.

"Excellent!" said Buffy. "You'll please him even more. 
And nothing will get on your bra either!" Buffy was 
VERY practical.

Obviously steeling herself, Melinda pulled her top up 
over her head and off. The boy sucked in a breath. 

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Buffy asked him.

Mark nodded frantically.

Melinda was blushing furiously, but she smiled at the 
boy's enthusiasm. "I always thought my breasts were too 
small." she said. "I don't really need a bra."

Buffy spoke to Mark again. "Are they too small Mark?"

Mark shook his head just as frantically. "They're g-
gorgeous," he stuttered.

Melinda sank to her knees and reached for Mark's 
bobbing bone. Somehow she forgot that Buffy was 
supposed to be doing this first. When she grasped it 
she let go again immediately. "It's so warm!" she said.

"Boomer's is warm too. You never felt that because of 
the gloves," explained Buffy.

"Oh." said Melinda. She grasped the organ again and 
began stroking it. She was obviously very practiced at 
it, but she jerked it almost cruelly.

"Ease up a little," suggested Buffy. "You aren't trying 
to rip it out by the roots. You're trying to make him 
feel good."

Melinda stuck the tip of her tongue out as she slowed 
down and stroked, rather than jerking. "I always tried 
to get it over with as quickly as possible." she said.

"I know. So did Boomer. It made him feel... dirty." 
Buffy almost didn't say the last word.

"It IS dirty," said Melinda automatically.

"Making someone feel good isn't dirty," contradicted 
Buffy. "Making someone feel good is a loving act."

"It feels so different!" said Melinda, surprised. "It's 
so soft and smooth and... warm."

"Skin feels nice," Buffy agreed.

Mark's eyes bulged and Buffy opened her mouth to warn 
Melinda, but it was too late. A nice healthy spurt of 
semen shot out of the tip of his penis and splatted 
wetly on Melinda's chest, between and above her naked 
breasts. It was followed by two more as Melinda let go 
and her hand automatically went to where the warm fluid 
had landed.

"OHHH!" she yipped.

Buffy was afraid that a horrible mistake had just 
happened, but she tried to overcome it. "Just rub it 
in... feel how warm and nice it feels... rub it on your 
breasts Melinda... feel how good it feels to rub your 
breasts with slippery... hot... lotion."

Melinda's hand had frozen as it contacted the mess, but 
then it moved, just a little, as her mind recognized 
the things Buffy had described - heat and slippery. 
Then her hand moved more and it covered her right 
breast. She sucked in air and Buffy saw her other 
nipple elongate and stiffen.

"Rub it in Melinda, rub them both," urged Buffy.

Melinda's other hand came up and smeared the warm spunk 
onto her other breast. "It DOES feel good," she sighed. 
"I can't believe it."

Buffy turned to look for one of the things she'd told 
the boys to have handy - a pan of hot water and wash 
clothes. She saw them on a table in the corner and went 
to get a warm washcloth. When she got back Melinda was 
still kneeling in front of Mark, who was standing 
there, unsure what to do after he had yielded to his 
lusts so quickly.

Buffy reached down with the cloth. "This is warm and 
wet too, do you need it yet?

Melinda looked at the cloth and shook her head. "Not 
yet. In a minute. She looked up at Mark. Can you do it 
again?" Her hands were still rubbing her breasts. One 
dipped down onto her abdomen where the skin covered and 
protected her ovaries.

Buffy answered for him. "He could do it again if he 
were excited." she said. "You could... make him 
excited."

"How?" asked Melinda.

"What Alice and Marge are doing would work for him 
too." suggested Buffy.

Melinda shook her head fractionally. "I don't think I'm 
ready for that."

Buffy went for plan B. "Well, maybe if you showed him 
something no other man has seen..."

Melinda's head jerked. "Take off my pants?! In front of 
a stranger?"

"Well he's not exactly a stranger any more, Melinda. 
It's his nice warm spunk you're rubbing into your skin 
right now, after all. And it's not like he's going to 
touch you there or anything. But if he can see you, 
he'd get hard again. He's young, and there's more of 
that nice stuff in there somewhere."

Melinda stood up, facing Mark. "You wouldn't touch me 
if I showed you?"

Mark was mute, but his head shook back and forth like 
he was trying to unscrew it from his body.

Very slowly Melinda's hands slid to the snap of her 
jeans. She sucked in her stomach as she undid the 
buttons. Then she pushed her jeans down slowly, 
revealing a pair of lacy pink panties. Mark stared as 
her treasure was unveiled and his cock started to stand 
out from his body. Melinda kicked off her tennis shoes 
and pulled her jeans off, dropping them in a heap. She 
was watching Mark's penis.

"That's amazing," she said softly.

"That's the power you have over a man," said Buffy.

"Just by letting him LOOK at me?" asked Melinda.

"Well, he's hoping you'll let him do more than that, 
but... yeah," said Buffy.

Melinda bent over and peeled the panties down her legs. 

Mark moaned a little.

Melinda stood up, holding the panties... dangling them 
in front of Mark. "Were these what you wanted me to 
take off?" she asked him sweetly. 

His furious nod brought a laugh to her lips. 

"This is FUN!" she said. She looked over at Christy and 
the second boy, who was now pounding her as she 
squealed under him. The first boy was jacking on his 
stiff prong, watching. Melinda turned to Buffy. "Could 
you get me that one too?" She pointed at the recently 
deflowered virgin. Then she kneeled and grasped the 
brand new boner Mark was sporting... the boner she knew 
she was responsible for... HER boner.

Buffy went over to the boy who was watching Christy and 
her young lover. It turned out his name was Kevin. 
"Kevin, how would you like to jack off all over that 
girl over there?" Buffy pointed at Melinda, who had 
both her hands on Mark's cock now, stroking it slowly.

"OK" said Kevin, who was just horny. He followed her, 
shedding his clothing along the way when Buffy 
suggested he might make Mark uncomfortable if he stayed 
dressed.

Melinda giggled as a second cock appeared in front of 
her, and she reached for it with her right hand. At 
first she couldn't find a tempo that let her use both 
hands equally well, but then she got it down pretty 
well. She was making the boys feel good, and her own 
pussy was getting wetter and wetter, but it soon became 
obvious she couldn't actually get both boys off at the 
same time. She couldn't make her left hand move fast 
enough on Mark to get him off, and when she got her 
right hand going fast enough to make Kevin explode, her 
left hand got out of rhythm.

Buffy stepped in, "Let them do it Melinda. You can play 
with your pussy while they squirt on you."

"Oooooo," moaned Melinda. "That's so nasty." Her right 
hand dropped Kevin and slid between her legs to her 
slippery cunt. Her left hand started squeezing one 
breast.

The boys knew just what to do. They'd done this to 
themselves hundreds of times, and the idea that they 
were going to get to squirt on this good looking girl 
had them on the edge already.

"Squirt it on my titties," panted Melinda, feeling a 
thrill as she used a word she thought was dirty.

Kevin had been ready for a while, and went first. He 
aimed low, knowing that his spunk would climb up out of 
the tip of his cock, but he aimed too low and his first 
shot splashed on her belly button. Then his second, 
third and fourth shots painted her right breast.

Melinda's response was almost automatic. Her right hand 
went up to her navel and cupped the spooge there. Then, 
while her left hand went to her breast, her right hand 
acted on it's own and went back to her pussy. Suddenly 
she was rubbing fresh hot sperm into her pussy lips.

"Ooooooooo I shouldn't be doing thiiiiiiissssssss," she 
moaned, but it felt so good she rubbed harder. Her left 
hand smeared milky white cream all over her breasts.

Buffy encouraged her. "Doesn't it feel good on your 
pussy Melinda? NOTHING feels as good as fresh hot sperm 
in your pussy. It's my favorite thing in the whole 
world."

"B-but what if it makes me PREGNANT!" Just the word was 
what it took to make an orgasm tear through the young 
girl as her spermy fingers tortured her clit. She 
rubbed furiously as her cum flooded her fingers, making 
them a drippy mess. It was so intense that she had to 
lean back on her left hand to avoid falling over 
completely.

Just then Mark started cumming too. He disregarded her 
order to shoot on her tits completely and aimed for the 
hand rubbing her pussy. A long rope of white leapt from 
the tip of his cock and landed in her pussy hair. He 
jacked harder and his next two shots went wide, one 
missing her completely and the other hitting just below 
her breasts.

Finding another source of fresh warm sperm, Melinda 
herded it toward her pussy and this time stuffed it 
into her with two fingers. "I... can't... believe... 
I'm... doing... this..." she gasped, but her cum 
intensified as she got dangerous sperm in her 
unprotected pussy. She'd never felt anything this 
intense. The urge to become a mother was so unexpected 
and so strong that it shook her to her core.

There was a cry from across the room and Buffy looked 
to see Marge pushing the boy she'd been sucking away 
from her. Buffy hurried over to see what was going on. 
"What's wrong?" she asked.

"He said he wanted to fuck me," whispered Marge to 
Buffy, holding on to her. "I can't let him do that!"

"Do you WANT to let him fuck you Marge?"

"No man has ever touched me except Bill." Marge was 
discounting the wild summer she had that started the 
night she'd let her Prom date take her virginity. She'd 
left that all behind her when she'd been a week late on 
her normally regular cycle. When she went to college 
she fought her lust until she met Bill and he'd asked 
her to marry him.

"And Ted," said Buffy. "When he rubbed up against you 
dancing."

"That didn't count," whined Marge. 

There was a groan nearby as the boy fucking Christy 
lunged into her one last time and shot his wad in the 
gasping woman. Marge looked over, her mouth going slack 
as Christy experienced what was obviously a major 
orgasm. The youth pulled out, his cock still dripping 
and stood up. He was still hard and his eyes were wild 
as he stood and watched his spunk ooze out of Christy's 
sloppy channel.

"Do you remember why I said Bill loves talking about 
battles so much when he has sex?" asked Buffy.

"The thing about wars and taking the women who are 
conquered," said Marge. "It's crazy. He's not a 
warrior."

"All men are wired to think like warriors, though," 
said Buffy. "And women are wired to find a strong man 
who can give her strong babies so the race will go on. 
You said you wanted to get pregnant again, right?"

"Yes, I remember what you said, but he doesn't ACT like 
he wants more children."

Buffy tried to explain. "A lot of the women knew that 
if their men were vanquished, their only hope was to 
find a new man among the winners. A lot of the women 
made themselves available to the conquerors. If they 
could get a child by the winner, it bound him to her. 
It was one way of making the defeat turn into something 
less than defeat. When a woman gave herself to the 
winner, that assured her survival. It gave HER the 
power over the men."

"I don't understand," said Marge.

"Watch," said Buffy. She motioned Christy's late lover 
over. "Arm wrestle for this woman." she said to him and 
the boy who'd told Marge he wanted to fuck her. 
"Whoever wins gets to take this woman," Buffy said, 
pointing to Marge.

The two pledges stared at Buffy, and then at each 
other. Then, grinning, they put their elbows on an end 
table nearby and immediately there was grunting as each 
tried to win. Teeth gritted and muscles bulged. It was 
obvious that both young men wanted her badly. They were 
evenly matched, but one had just ejaculated, and was 
weaker for it. After a one minute battle, he lost. The 
original suitor stood up, his prick straining.

"Let this man take you." urged Buffy. "This man is your 
conqueror. That's what Bill wants. He wants a woman who 
surrenders her honor to him, the conqueror. Find out 
how satisfying it can be to give up everything you want 
to hold back, and receive a man's gift in return."

"But..." Marge shook her head. 

Buffy pushed gently on Marge's arms, pushing her down 
to her knees. "Kneel to your conqueror." she said 
softly. 

Marge's mouth opened and closed and her eyes got wide. 

Buffy went on. "Show the conqueror what you have to 
offer him." Buffy bent over and began unbuttoning 
Marge's blouse. Marge's youngest child had just gone 
off to college, and though her breasts were large, they 
drooped only a little. The bra she wore was because she 
was a professor's wife, and such women were expected to 
wear them. She pushed at Buffy's hands, but not enough 
to keep her from taking the blouse off. Marge looked up 
at the boy, whose name she didn't even know. "Don't 
hurt me." she whined.

He kneeled. He'd been listening to Buffy, and, though 
it sounded strange, he knew there was some kind of role 
playing going on here. He touched Marge's cheek. "I'd 
never cause you harm, fair lady." he said in what he 
thought was an imitation of a knight's voice. "But I 
ache for you. Your beauty attacks my senses. I must 
have you."

It may have been hokey and lame, but it was an excuse 
for Marge to do what she wanted to do, and that was 
feel a strange cock in her pussy. "What must I do?" she 
whined.

"Show me your beautiful breasts," said the knight.

Marge reached behind her and the catch to her bra 
parted. The bra snapped forward and she let it fall 
down her arms. She started to cover her breasts, but 
the boy's hand shot to her wrists, stopping her.

"NO!" he said, a little too loudly, startling Marge. 
"They're beautiful" he said in a softer voice.

Marge flushed red and struggled, but not too much with 
the boy's grip.

"Now the rest of you," commanded her capturing knight.

"No," she whispered.

"I have won the right," insisted the boy, as he took 
his shirt off.

"I can't," said Marge.

"You must," said the boy.

Buffy leaned over and pulled on Marge, causing her to 
fall back onto a futon cushion she'd placed there. Then 
Buffy took Marge's arms from the boy and stretched them 
out over her head. Marge's legs were still free, but 
now Buffy controlled her hands. "You must submit." she 
whispered.

"I can't," repeated Marge.

The boy leaned over to stroke Marge's flat stomach with 
his fingertips. She sucked in a breath and moaned. He 
looked into her eyes and said "I must put my baby in 
this beautiful flat belly. I need sons. You will give 
them to me." Then he moved to her side and leaned over 
to kiss where he had just stroked. He worked his way 
toward both exposed breasts.

Marge gave a wracked sigh and her loins lifted off the 
futon in mute appeal for him to do just that. 

"Oh!" moaned Marge. "You mustn't." she sighed as his 
lips reached the base of her breasts. They started up 
onto her breast flesh, toward her straining turgid 
nipple. "Don't make me." she pleaded. Still her legs 
lay flat on the mattress and she made no attempt to get 
free from Buffy's light grip. She could have pulled 
away easily.

"He has won the right in battle." whispered Buffy into 
Marge's ear.

"Ohhhhhhh," groaned Marge.

The boy reached her nipple and he took it in his mouth.

"AWWWWWWWWNNNNGGGGG!" cried Marge as she felt ecstasy 
flash from that nipple to her pussy. She needed cock 
badly now, and she knew it, but she couldn't ask for 
it. That would be cheating. That would be abandoning 
her dead husband, recently killed in battle.

"Don't take my pants off... don't make my pussy naked." 
she whined. At the same time she lifted her hips up off 
the mattress, arching upwards.

The boy, confused, looked at Buffy, who nodded toward 
Marge's lower body. He blinked, and then left the 
nipple he'd been sucking and put his fingers at the 
snap of her slacks. 

When Marge felt them there she arched higher. "YES... 
NO! You mustn't take them off. I'd be helpless. I 
couldn't stop you. Oh Pleeease!" she pleaded.

Now the boy had figured it out and he pulled and 
unzipped and wrestled with her tight pants. When her 
sensible cotton panties caught in the clothing, he 
pulled them down too, baring her brown thatch. The odor 
of turned on woman wafted up into the air. It was so 
strong that both Buffy and the boy smelled it, even 
though they were three feet apart.

Now the boy played his part to the core. As soon as her 
body was bare, he forced himself between her legs, 
kneeing them open as she complained that he'd killed 
her husband and she could never submit... that she'd 
never had another man. Her fevered mind was half role 
playing and half responding with truth. 

But through it all she never pushed him away with her 
feet, nor tried to break Buffy's grip on her wrists.

Still the boy paused when his rampant prick touched 
Marge's vulva. She went suddenly still and limp, and he 
looked at Buffy.

Buffy leaned down. "Do you submit?" she whispered. She 
kissed Marge's forehead. "Do you give the winner his 
due?"

Marge gazed up at the ceiling, her eyes glazed. The 
feelings she was experiencing were amazingly forceful. 
She was about to give up to her lust. All she had to do 
was say "yes" and she would feel that long hard prick 
that she so desperately needed right now. Sucking the 
boy had only inflamed her pussy, and now she needed to 
be fucked. The sweetness of knowing what would happen 
with the saying of that one three letter word was so 
strong that she delayed only because the anticipation 
was almost as much fun. Finally though, she 
surrendered.

"Yessssss," she hissed.

The boy let his hips fall, and filled Marge with his 
youthful boner. Her cry of anguish at cheating, mixed 
with the intense joy of getting what she needed, as 
well as the relief of her conscience because of the 
fact she was "forced" all came out in one long scream. 
Buffy let go of her hands, which immediately clasped 
her lover to her fiercely. Her legs came up off the 
mattress and wrapped around the boy whose prick was 
lodged deep in her pussy.

"Now... give me your sons, she cried.

Buffy stood as the young man began taking the spoils of 
battle. He was wild. He was the third virgin who Clint 
had mentioned. When the time to admit it had come, he'd 
kept his mouth closed, afraid that somehow, the virgins 
would be laughed at. Marge was the first woman to put 
her mouth on his prick. 

It was his first fuck and he was losing his virginity 
to the woman who had sucked him off for the first time 
in his life. He was athletic in his pursuit to reward 
this woman for what she didn't even know she had done 
for him. And, in part of his mind, he WAS trying to 
give her his sons.

Marge loved it.

Buffy stood up and looked at the loser of the "battle" 
who stood sadly, watching his friend take the woman. 
Buffy held out her hand to him and led him to Melinda, 
who was sitting on a couch, rubbing her pussy. She had 
rubbed all the available sperm into her skin, and the 
two donors were lying relaxed on either side of her, 
limp and, for the moment, satisfied. When Buffy led the 
new boy over Melinda looked up through her lashes.

Buffy said, "I don't think this one's empty yet." she 
said.

Melinda breathed deeply, looking at the stiff prick. 
"OK," she said simply.

Buffy left to go toward the couch, where Clint and 
Jennifer had somehow moved closer together. Clint was 
holding Jennifer's hand, and she looked animated and 
relaxed as they talked. 

They looked up as Buffy approached.


CHAPTER SEVEN


Buffy looked at the man who was both the man who she 
felt like she might be falling in love with, and the 
man who Jennifer might be having fantasies about.

"How are you two doing?" she asked.

"He's nice," said Jennifer.

"So what have you decided?" asked Buffy.

"I don't know," said Jennifer. "I look around and all 
the other women are acting so... slutty." She said it 
without heat. "But they look like they're so happy. I 
don't understand it at all."

"Why don't you and Clint dance?" asked Buffy. "Like you 
and Mr. Carter did. I'll go put on some music." Buffy 
left before Jennifer could refuse. She went to the 
stereo and found a couple of CDs that had slow dance 
cuts on them. She slid one into the player and hit the 
button to choose the two slow songs on it. Then she hit 
the button that would play those selections over and 
over. 

She saw Clint stand up and pull Jennifer to her feet. 
She was resisting... saying no with her mouth... but 
she stood up. When Buffy saw Jennifer let herself be 
pulled into his embrace, and they started moving their 
feet, Buffy turned away so Jennifer wouldn't feel like 
she was being stared at.

Buffy turned just in time to hear Melinda say "I've 
felt it all over my skin..." She was talking to the boy 
Buffy had led to her, who was jacking on his cock, his 
eyes still wild. "... but I've never felt it inside 
me." Melinda reached up for him and he sank between her 
legs, pushing the tip of his cock against her pussy 
lips. There was a groan from both of them as he slid 
his ready-to-spurt boner into her pussy. Three thrusts 
later he moaned and stopped. Melinda sighed. "So THAT'S 
what I've been missing."

Buffy wandered over to where Alice and the boy she'd 
sucked off were draped, side by side on the couch. 
Alice smiled when she saw Buffy coming. "You've turned 
us all into whores." she said. But there was no real 
bite in her tone.

"I've helped you experience what you like." said Buffy. 
"When you leave here you can return to what you've 
always been."

Alice barked a laugh. "Yeah, right. You're a wicked 
woman Buffy. You know good and well we can't take all 
this back... ignore it."

"Well, you could always confine your new... 
activities... to Mike. I happen to know he loves a good 
blow job." Buffy frowned. "Unless you want to be 
thoroughly debauched and let this nice young man put 
his pretty penis in your pussy. I'm sure he'd be 
willing."

The pledge perked up immediately, half sitting up. 
Alice put one hand on his chest. "I don't think so, 
Buffy." she said. That's something I'm going to save 
for Mike. He's going to be a very surprised young 
conservative the next time I see him. And I'm going to 
let him be the first to suck my pussy."

"Good for you." said Buffy. "I like a woman who knows 
what she wants."

"Which reminds me," said Alice turning to the boy she'd 
sucked off at least twice. "One word of what we did to 
anybody outside this room and I'll cut your balls off 
and have them for supper. Got that?"

The boy looked injured. "I promised already. My honor 
as a member of Delta Chi Epsilon rests on it." He 
glanced at Buffy. "Besides, we get a special reward if 
we keep our mouths shut."

"Yes, you do." said Buffy. She raised her shirt and 
flashed one naked breast at the boy.

"In that case, I'm hungry." said Alice, and she rolled 
off the couch and forced the boy's legs apart. He lay 
his head back on the couch and sighed as she gobbled 
him up for a third time.

Buffy looked out of the side of her eye and saw Clint's 
hands massaging Jennifer's buttocks in her tight jeans. 
She was obviously grinding her pelvis against his, and 
her hands were sliding along his muscular back. As 
Buffy watched Clint looked into Jennifer's eyes and 
kissed her. It was a long kiss, and when it broke 
Jennifer pushed him away from her. Her hands slid down 
his arms and she took his hands though, saying 
something to him. Clint looked up and caught Buffy's 
eye. 

She walked over to the pair.

Clint spoke as soon as Buffy was close to them. 
"Jennifer would like to spend some time alone with me." 
he said. "Where the others can't see her." Jennifer 
made a sound in her throat and buried her face in 
Clint's chest.

Buffy said "I promised all the women I would stay with 
them tonight. I think the others wouldn't mind if I 
left them to stay with Jennifer. We could go to your 
room?" she prompted. "Would that be OK Jennifer?"

Jennifer's muffled voice came from Clint's chest. 
"Yes."

"You take her to your room and I'll be up shortly." 
said Buffy. "Don't start without me."

Clint led Jennifer off, her head hanging, her hair 
covering her face. Buffy went to each of the women and 
said she'd be gone for a little while, making sure that 
each one agreed it was OK for them to be left alone 
with the men. Then she went to Clint's room. She 
knocked and let herself in, closing the door behind 
her. There was only one light on in the room, and that 
was the bedside lamp. 

Jennifer was undoing the buttons of Clint's shirt.

Buffy went to the chair Clint used to watch TV in and 
sat down. It was dark in the corner where the chair 
was. She didn't say anything. 

Clint started unbuttoning Jennifer's shirt. It was 
completely quiet in the room as the couple slowly 
disrobed each other. Clint took Jennifer in his arms as 
he undid her white bra. She sighed as he took it from 
her arms. 

"You're so beautiful." he whispered as her breasts were 
revealed to him. Clint kissed her several times before 
he moved his hands to her jeans. She stood silently as 
he slid them down her legs. He kissed her stomach and 
she put her hands behind his head. Her own head fell 
back as she raised her closed eyes to the ceiling. 

Clint kissed his way up her stomach and loved each 
nipple with his thick lips and tongue. Jennifer started 
moaning and her hands fluttered on the back of Clint's 
head. 

"Ohhh it feels so good," she gasped. "I didn't know it 
would feel so good."

He kissed his way back down to her abdomen and started 
sliding her panties down very slowly. When he ran his 
lips through her pubic hair she cried out softly and 
bent her knees.

"Ohhhhh Mister Cee," she whispered. She stepped out of 
her panties and let herself be hugged as he kissed her 
mound and then kissed his way back up to her neck.

Jennifer's head lolled sideways as she accepted his 
kisses. "It's just like my dream." she sighed. Her arms 
went around Clint and stroked his back as she pressed 
her pale breasts to the dark chest of the man who had 
disrobed her.

"You're so beautiful," he said softly into her hair.

Then she let herself be herded to the bed, where she 
sat until he arranged her prone, on her back, her head 
on a pillow. She turned her head in the dim light as he 
undid his pants. She'd seen this dark staff before, but 
she stared at it now as if it was the first time. Her 
right hand lifted off the covers of the bed and drifted 
to her pubic hair, where her fingertips began to 
stroke. Still she was silent.

Clint moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up on 
it. He waited until she moved her feet apart and moved 
forward, but only a little. "I want to taste you." he 
whispered.

Jennifer let out another little cry and very slowly 
pulled her knees up, letting them fall apart just as 
slowly. Clint inched forward as space was created for 
him. When she was exposed, he dipped his head.

All Buffy could see in the darkness was his head go 
down. Jennifer's reaction was astonishing. With a low 
animal growl she thrust her pussy up against Clint's 
mouth and began to wail softly. Her fists gripped the 
covers and her back arched. Buffy couldn't believe it, 
but it was obvious she was already having an orgasm. It 
lasted most of a minute and then Clint raised his head.

"You're a squirter, Jennifer. That's why the bed was 
wet."

"Ohhhhhhh!" Jennifer moaned, her hands covering her 
face.

"You don't understand," said Clint softly. "You taste 
fabulous. It's a GOOD thing."

Clint climbed up over the girl and she took her hands 
away from her face. Buffy could see the whites of her 
eyes in the dark. Jennifer whimpered "Are you going 
to...?"

"Yes," he said softly. "Feel me Jennifer. Feel what you 
do to me." 

Buffy saw Jennifer's hand disappear between their 
bodies and heard the hiss of indrawn breath as Jennifer 
found what Buffy knew was the long black rod that hung 
heavily between his legs.

"Put it in for me beautiful Jennifer. I've wanted you 
ever since you turned fourteen." Clint played his part.

Obviously Jennifer cooperated, because Buffy saw his 
buttocks slowly lower and she heard Jennifer's low 
shriek as her virginity was torn from her body. Clint 
stopped and kissed the woman under him, telling her how 
special she was, and how beautiful, and how good she 
felt, wrapped around his cock.

Buffy saw Jennifer's hands steal around to the black 
buttocks that were frozen over her loins, and then saw 
the fingers spread as Jennifer pulled.

Over the next few minutes Buffy had to pull her own 
pants down and play with her own itchy pussy as she 
watched Clint's buttocks set up a faster and faster 
pace, until he was plunging into Jennifer with abandon. 
With a squeal Jennifer popped again and Buffy winced as 
she saw the fingernails dig into Clint's back. 

Then Clint was gasping. "Little Jennifer" he panted. 
"I'm about to cum, little Jennifer. What should I do my 
sweet, sweet Jennifer?"

The hands went to his buttocks again, and without 
saying a word Jennifer communicated that he was to stay 
deep inside her. He did, and grunted as his long black 
prick belched streams of semen deep into Jennifer's 
womb. She sobbed as she felt, for the first time, what 
made a man a man enter her body.

Then it was quiet. 

Clint stayed poised over her, buried in her, letting 
her catch her breath. He kissed her several times and 
asked if she was OK. Her answers were too soft for 
Buffy to understand, but there was no crying, or anger, 
and she did not push her lover away. Clint stayed deep 
in her, letting his hips slide back and forth slowly, 
extending her pleasure as their slippery juices made 
his passage across her clit smooth and sensual.

Eventually, though, Clint withdrew, and Buffy heard the 
same sound she always made when a man withdrew. It was 
a sound of mixed relief and objection to losing what 
had felt so wonderful only moments before. Clint lay 
beside her and stroked her belly, where his sperm now 
lay heavily. There were more whispers, and a few more 
kisses.

"Buffy?" came Jennifer's soft voice.

"Yes, I'm here," said Buffy from her dark corner. She 
was still rubbing her clit gently."

"Thank you," said Jennifer.

"You're welcome," said Buffy.

"I'm ready to go now," said Jennifer.

"That's fine," said Buffy.

Jennifer got up and began picking up her clothing, 
putting it back on. Buffy stood up and pulled her pants 
up. Clint stayed on the bed, lounging, watching the two 
women. When Jennifer was finished she went to the door 
and opened it. Then she went back to the bed and leaned 
over to kiss Clint one last time. Buffy heard her thank 
him for being so gentle with her. Then Buffy followed 
her into the hall. Nothing was said as they walked down 
the hallway, side by side. 

Jennifer stopped suddenly and faced Buffy. "After he 
put his mouth on me... it wasn't Mr. Cee any more." 
Buffy didn't say anything. Jennifer went on. "After he 
told me I tasted good... it was just Clint from then 
on."

"Are you sorry?" asked Buffy.

"No. He was so sweet and gentle. I wasn't scared at 
all."

"John is just as sweet and gentle," said Buffy.

"I know," said Jennifer. "I've been trying to make him 
tough and hard. I think I like sweet and gentle now."

Buffy looked at her watch. "He should be in his room, 
analyzing the run of stocks for the week."

"I think I'll go see him," said Jennifer.

"Um... don't you want to go take a shower or 
something?" asked Buffy.

"I'll take one in his room. Then I think I'll come out 
of the bathroom naked. I can't wait to see the look on 
his face. It will serve him right for cheating on me." 
Jennifer gave Buffy a tired smile. Her smile 
disappeared. "I don't want you seeing him any more 
Buffy." she said.

Buffy smiled back. "We see each other about stock tips 
all the time Jennifer, but I don't think he'll be 
chasing after me any more. And if he does I'll remind 
him of where you are."

"Thanks," said Jennifer. "You're still a slut, you 
know."

"Uh huh," agreed Buffy brightly.

A strange look came across Jennifer's face and she 
paled. "What am I going to do if I have a little black 
baby in about nine months?"

"You have a month to worry about that, and eight more 
months to l wonder if it's Clint's or John's. My 
suggestion is that you tell John what happened."

"You have to be kidding me," said Jennifer, astonished.

"He cheated on you. You cheated on him. I was involved 
in both. Tell him he needs to get enough sperm in you 
to beat out Clint's little wrigglers. How would you 
feel about it if you DID have a little black baby?"

Jennifer frowned. "I'll never ever forget Clint. I'll 
always have a soft spot in my heart for him. I don't 
even know his last name. This is all so strange to me I 
don't know what I'd do."

"Well, I wouldn't worry about it until you have reason 
to worry about it. If you decide to worry about it then 
you might want to wait a month to go take that shower 
at John's room. Then you'd at least know whose it was 
if you found a bun in your oven."

"After what just happened, I'm not wasting any more 
time," Jennifer said firmly. "Will you tell the girls I 
had to leave?"

Buffy nodded as Jennifer turned toward the entrance to 
the Frat, while Buffy went toward the party room.

Buffy got back just in time to find five pledges, who 
had gathered in a circle around a prone and naked 
Melinda, trying to cum together. It was a game, and 
they were being urged on by Christy, Alice and Marge. 
Alice was the only woman in the room with her clothing 
on. 

Two of the pledges erupted as Buffy came in, their 
strings of cum landing on Melinda as she happily rubbed 
their spend all over her body. One more was thirty 
seconds behind them. It took the other two another 
forty-five seconds. They caught hell from the women. 
Alice promptly got to her knees and started slurping up 
stray shots of semen from Melinda's skin. Melinda 
laughed and made ineffectual pushes to get Alice's head 
away from her.

Buffy's practiced eye saw clear evidence, primarily 
running drips of semen, between the legs of all three 
naked women. Alice was the only one who hadn't gotten 
her pussy packed with sperm that night.

"Alice?" Buffy said. All heads turned toward her, 
including Alice's as she rose to her knees, licking her 
lips. "Mike should be at the Student Union about now, 
having a beer with some of his buddies. 

Alice blinked and then stood up swiftly. "I have to 
go." she said. She licked her lips again. One of the 
pledges darted off to a table and came back with a 
toothbrush in a cellophane wrapper that also had a tiny 
tube of toothpaste in it. He handed it to Alice, who 
looked wide eyed back at him.

"I have a... friend... who's a dentist." said Buffy. I 
thought they might be useful at tonight's... practice."

Alice took off toward the bathroom as Buffy looked down 
at Melinda. "Melinda honey, I don't think a toothbrush 
is going to do it for you. Boomer is in his room, 
thinking about tomorrow's game. He does that way too 
much. He needs something to take his mind off of the 
fear that he won't do well. He needs to relax and get a 
good night sleep."

Melinda smiled a goofy grin. "I can help him do that." 
she said, sitting up. She was covered with sperm. "Now 
I think I'm ready for that washcloth." 

Mark spoke shyly. "I have a shower in my room."

"Let's go!" said Melinda happily.

Buffy turned to the remaining women. "I have no idea 
where your husbands are, or what they're doing. I only 
see them during the week."

Christy turned to Marge. "How would you and Bill like 
to come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

Marge goggled. "You mean...?"

"I mean why don't you wear that dress. And I'll study 
up on the battle of Trafalgar, or Helen of Troy or 
something. Who knows what could happen?"

Two more pledges stepped forward. One was Marge's 
captor, who held out his hand to her. "I have a shower 
too." he said simply. Marge flushed a little and 
tittered. "Do you have a bed too? I told my husband I 
wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning."

"Gee, I did too." said Christy. She looked at the three 
remaining pledges. "I may have to take three showers to 
get clean enough to go home." She hooked arms with two 
of the boys and told the third to lead the way to his 
room.

Buffy was standing in the middle of the party room 
alone when Clint walked in. "Where'd everybody go?" he 
asked.

"Well, Melinda, Christy and Marge are all taking 
showers." she said. "Alice is on her way to find her 
boyfriend and blow his mind, along with his cock. 
Jennifer is trying to figure out what she's going to do 
if she has a little black baby in nine months." 

Clint's eyes showed white all around his pupils. "She 
wasn't on the pill? Why didn't somebody tell me she 
wasn't on the pill?" he complained.

"I'm not on the pill, and I let you cum in me," said 
Buffy.

"Yeah, but I figured you out. You only let me cum in 
you when you know you're safe."

"Sometimes a girl gets carried away." said Buffy. She 
went up and put her arms around the boyfriend she had 
just shared with several other women. "I'm not safe 
right now Clint." she said, kissing him. "I'm right in 
the middle of my ovulation." she kissed him again, 
grinding her pussy against the lump in his jeans. 

"I could get carried away very easily, what with all 
those hormones flowing through my veins. I mean if you 
were to take me to your room, where you fucked that 
other hussy, and maybe knocked her up, I wouldn't be 
able to resist letting you knock me up too."

Clint looked into Buffy's eyes soberly. "I didn't know 
we had gotten to that point in our relationship," he 
said softly.

"I didn't either, until I thought about Jennifer having 
your baby. I think I'm a little jealous. I think I'm a 
lot horny. And I think maybe I've found the man who I 
want to father my next little bundle of joy."

"I'm not the kind of guy who makes babies and then 
moves on to another woman." said Clint seriously.

"Good." said Buffy. 

She took his hand and led him toward his room.

=====

EPILOGUE:

A month later, Silk Stockings entertained six women who 
wanted a private dining room for their meal. Kristen 
knew Marge and Christy, but the other women were such a 
mix of styles and types that Kristen had a hard time 
understanding what the women had in common. There were 
smiles all around, however, and they ordered enough 
food and drink to make her whole day worth opening up 
for, so Kristen just got them what they wanted and left 
them alone.

The table was round and the women spread out around it. 
Buffy spoke first. "I understand, from the invitation I 
got, that this is a meeting to discuss progress in your 
relationships."

The other women darted glances at each other. Finally 
Christy spoke. "Yes. Everybody agreed to come, but not 
everyone has agreed to speak."

Buffy frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that. I had hoped all 
the news would be good."

Again there were darted glances. Buffy looked at 
Jennifer. She had wanted to be the leader before, so 
Buffy just asked her "How are things going with John?"

Jennifer stiffened, and then relaxed. "I told him 
everything." she said.

"And?" asked Buffy.

"He was very angry with me for a few days. Then he came 
back and asked me all kinds of questions... about... 
Clint. And what we did. I don't understand it, but he 
got all excited when I told him what happened. And then 
he asked me if I'd do the same thing with him. He 
wanted to dance first. He was so romantic. He said he 
forgave me and asked me to forgive him, and I did and 
we made love. Then he asked me to marry him."

"And he knows that it was a dangerous time for you when 
you and Clint...?"

"He knows. When he talks about it, it makes him wild. 
Buffy I think he WANTS me to be pregnant with another 
man's child!"

"And how do you feel about that?" asked Buffy.

Jennifer leaned back and held up her left hand. There 
was a modest, but pretty diamond on her ring finger. 
"He loves me no matter what. I can't help but love him 
the same way. If Clint didn't make me... uh... you 
know... then John is going to. He's insatiable!"

"So is Bill" said Marge. She looked uncomfortable at 
her outburst, because everyone looked at her. She 
looked around. "After... that night..." She blushed. "I 
studied up a little bit on Genghis Khan. He was a great 
warlord. And I got a beautiful oriental robe with 
dragons and things on it. And when he came home won 
night I was wearing the robe with nothing on under it. 
Bill has a grad student who works with him. She's asian 
and very beautiful. 

"I told him I knew he'd been having an affair and asked 
him if it was with her. I think I just wanted to see 
what he would do. Anyway, he confessed to the affair, 
but insisted it wasn't with Min - that's her name. 
Well, we talked, and I told him I'd been thinking about 
his obsession. 

"I asked him if he were Genghis Khan, if Min was the 
kind of woman he'd want to take in battle. He got this 
funny look in his eye and said she'd definately be one 
that men fought over. Then I asked him if he'd fight 
over me. I suggested that, since he'd had an affair, I 
might want to have one to get even, and I asked him if 
he'd fight with the man I had an affair with to win me 
back."

She looked around the group, her eyes bright. 

"You wouldn't have believed how excited he got. First 
he blustered and threatened and said I'd better not. So 
I said 'What if I already did? Will you fight for me?' 
and he just went wild. He was ranting and throwing 
books. I bowed to him and said I was Min and called him 
Lord Genghis. I was waiting for him to laugh. If he 
would have I'd have left and never gone back. But he 
didn't laugh. He attacked me. He ripped the robe and 
demanded sex. It was... it was indescribable. We went 
at it most of the night. And he's been after me every 
night since then. Sometimes we play roles, and others 
it's just us."

Buffy knew what Christy's idea had been. She also knew 
how it had worked out. But she asked Christy so she 
could tell the others, if she wanted to. Christy shot 
her a look and then grinned. "I borrowed a Buffy's 
cheerleader outfit. I had to alter it a little. It was 
a bit tight. But it was the same one she'd seduced him 
with and I knew he'd recognize it. I put it on, without 
panties and bra, just like she did, and waited for him 
to get home. 

"When he walked in and saw me I thought I might have to 
call 911. He started crying and begged my forgiveness 
and made me feel just horrible. I mean I did much more 
than he did. So I told him about what I'd done... 
confessed a lot of it anyway... and I suggested that 
since we both were bad, we should both be punished. 
Then I flipped up the skirt of Buffy's outfit and said 
I needed to be spanked. He did it too!" It was obvious 
he'd taken her seriously. "Then he dragged me off to 
bed and made me leave the outfit on while we made 
love."

"And what was his punishment?" asked Buffy.

"He doesn't get to cum until I tell him he can." said 
Christy. "Sometimes I squeeze him to make him stop. But 
only until he gets it in me. I have about six or seven 
outfits now. Oh, and I borrowed Marge's dress too. 
We're... ah... scheduled to have dinner with them next 
Friday night. Marge has suggested that, if we're too 
tired to drive all that way home, we can stay in the 
guest bedroom."

Buffy smiled. It was about ten blocks from the Tinder's 
house to the Sorenson's. She turned to Melinda next. 
"And how are things with Boo... um... Charles?"

Melinda smiled. "Boomer is fine. Nobody even knows his 
name IS Charles except me. We talked about things. You 
were right. He doesn't want to have anything to do with 
plumbing supplies. He said he was sorry, and that he 
loved me, but that he just couldn't do that right now. 
So I asked him if, when he got on an NFL team he'd 
forget all about me and you'd have thought I'd shot 
him. He started crying and begged me to stay with him 
wherever he went and said he wanted to marry me and 
everything. He was so sweet. 

"I told him that I'd thought about things, and that I 
knew about Buffy, and that if he needed sex that badly 
that I wanted him to have it with me instead of her. He 
was quiet for a while and then he blamed Buffy for 
seducing him. But I told him it didn't matter, and that 
all I wanted to know was if I was his only girl from 
now on, and that, if I was, I'd go anywhere he wanted 
to go and do anything he wanted to do. And then we went 
to bed and it was wonderful. Except there's only one 
thing..." she trailed off.

"What's that?" asked Buffy.

"He's afraid to let me jack him off before the games 
without the gloves. He's afraid it will change the 
luck."

"Tell him he's a goofball and that if, after three 
games, he can tell a difference, you'll go back to 
using the gloves. If you clean his pipes nicely he'll 
play well and he'll get over that little hang-up." said 
Buffy. Melinda agreed to try it.

Alice was the only one left. She shrugged her shoulders 
and said "I went and found Mike and told him to come 
with me. When I got him outside I took him in the 
shadows and pushed him against the wall and sucked him 
until he fell down. Then I took him back to his room at 
the Frat - I saw two of the boys there, by the way, and 
they acted like they'd never seen me in their lives - 
and anyway I took him to his room and blew him again. 
Then I told him that, if he ever had sex with Buffy 
again he'd never feel my lips around his cock again, 
and that, if he was a good boy for a week, I'd let him 
take my cherry."

"And was he good?" asked Buffy.

Alice grinned. "He was VERY good. And then, when I 
finally let him... he was very VERY good. I can't 
believe how much time I've lost. Sex is fun!"

There was general agreement around the table. And there 
was just chatter, like there is any time six women get 
together and have lunch.

=====

Six months after the practice session at the Frat there 
was a dinner party that was hosted at the Tinder’s 
house. The invitations said women only - Girls Night 
Out. There were only five invitations, and all five 
women showed up to be invited in by Christy Tinder. The 
event was catered by a young man named Mark, who 
Christy met before she confronted Buffy Sherwood. She 
had gotten to know him very well in those days, and 
knew he was discreet. He agreed to serve the women all 
by himself. 

Mark was in the kitchen when he heard the doorbell ring 
several times, and hurried to finish his preparations. 
The guests were arriving and he wanted things to be 
just right.

He almost dropped the tray of hors de oeuvres when he 
walked into the room and found six pregnant women. He'd 
known Christy was pregnant, of course, from talking 
with her about the party. He'd been concerned at first 
when he saw her, because he was afraid she was going to 
tell him he'd knocked her up. But she ignored that part 
of their relationship and talked only about wanting the 
party to be just right.

He looked at the women covertly as he served them. They 
were all wearing wedding bands, so they were all 
married. They were all animated and seemed to be the 
best of friends. One, whom all the others seemed to 
hold in high regard was named Buffy. When he later 
served her a plate of food she asked him "Do you know 
how to work a camera?"

"Sure," he said.

"And can you keep your mouth shut?" she asked, smiling.

"Of course," he said, a little annoyed.

"Then we may ask you to take a group picture of us." 
she said.

"Why would I have to keep quiet about taking a picture 
of all of you?" he asked, mystified.

"Because we'll all be naked when you take the picture."

"Oh." he said, blinking.

"It's to compare bellies," she said conspiratorially. 
"We're all pregnant."

"Uh... I saw that." he said. This was one strange 
woman. He couldn't control the urge to vent his 
curiosity. "You know, I've seen two women together who 
were pregnant, and I think there have been a couple of 
times I've seen three women pregnant at the same time. 
But six? At the same time? And all together... wanting 
their picture taken... naked? Are you guys part of some 
group or Lamaz class or something?

Buffy smiled. "I suppose you could call us a club of 
sorts. We got to know each other before we were 
pregnant, and have gotten together several times since 
then. We're just friends who all happen to be 
pregnant."

"Oh... I see." said Mark. But he didn't really see. On 
the other hand, getting to see these women naked was a 
great idea as far as he was concerned. He told Buffy 
he'd be happy to take any pictures they wanted.

While Mark was putting the finishing touches on dinner 
it was agreed that he'd take the picture. After dinner 
Christy got her camera. Mark had been thinking about 
what Buffy had said, and he had a few ideas. He asked 
Christy if she had a ladder, which she did. He set it 
up and when he turned around the women were all in 
various stages of undress. He watched, his mouth 
falling more and more open as they all stripped naked.

"Quit staring, pervert," said one woman he'd heard 
called Jennifer.

"Sorry," he said. "It's just that you're all so 
beautiful."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." said Jennifer. "That's what they 
ALL say. And that's how we all GOT this way!" There was 
a cascade of laughter from the other women.

First he had them all stand in a circle, facing inward 
and had them get closer and closer together until all 
their bellies were touching. Their shoulders were back. 
Christy had shown him where a step ladder was kept and 
he'd gotten it out. 

He set the ladder as close to them as possible and 
climbed up on it, holding the camera out and pointing 
it down. He tried to get it directly above the center 
of the circle and then took the picture. It was a 
digital camera, so they could see the results 
immediately. He had to try it five times before 
everyone liked the picture. It ended up with all the 
women looking up at the camera. Their pregnant bellies 
looked like some strange flower, with their breasts the 
petals.

Then he had them stand from shortest to tallest, each 
one standing behind and slightly to the right of the 
one in front of her. That put the pregnant bellies in a 
row. 

After that it was the same thing, only it was the 
smallest belly in front, with the largest belly in the 
back, at the end of the row.

Finally he had them all lie on the floor and then he 
lay down too, aiming the camera over what looked like 
hills and valleys in some desert of flesh.

And of course there was one with all of them just 
facing the camera, arms around each other, bellies 
hanging out toward the camera.

Some of the women wanted a picture with just one or two 
of them in it, arms linked, or around each other. Two 
wanted a picture of them face to face, leaning forward 
over their bellies, which were touching. They pressed 
their foreheads together and he took the shot.

Christy and another woman her age had one taken of them 
embracing each other and kissing, like lesbians. Except 
they were pregnant, so they couldn't be lesbians... 
right? Mark got confused about that and just decided 
not to think about it any more.

In fact, he decided not to think about anything at the 
moment except the beautiful naked women all around him. 

"Ah... if you ladies will excuse me... there's 
something I need to attend to in the kitchen."

The one named Buffy looked at him and giggled, 
whispering to another woman beside her. The woman 
tiptoed to the kitchen door, peeked in, and then walked 
in shoving the door open. There were voices to be 
heard, but it was impossible to understand what they 
said.

Not too long afterward they came out again. 

Alice was smacking her lips, and Mark had a big goofy 
smile on his face.

"He says he'll take the pictures when we compare 
children too."

Everybody cheered.

He did too, though he had to wait another five months 
before all six women had their babies.

To the caterer, all the babies looked pretty much 
alike. Except for the two that were milk chocolaty 
brown, and had fuzzy black hair. Those two looked alike 
too in a lot of ways, he thought.

As he tried to think of a way that could happen, he 
decided that maybe the mothers were sisters... who had 
married brothers.

Then he quit worrying about it and went to the blond 
M.I.L.F. named Alice to get his 'payment' for taking 
the pictures.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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