Chapter 1

Betty Winslow stood in the doorway of her large, ranch-style home and, pushing her billowing blonde hair away from her face, she watched her husband Steve's car disappear down the tree-lined street. It was a warm beautiful morning, the kind of day that she usually loved to be up and about early.

To the west, across Puget Sound, she could see the rugged snow-capped peaks of the Olympic Mountains. They were beautiful in their majestic splendor, seeming to guard the inland area from the wild storms that came down out of the Northern Pacific with such fury.

When Steve had been transferred to Seattle from their home in Ohio almost four years ago, Betty was disappointed and apprehensive at the idea of moving halfway across country to a strange state where she had no friends or relatives. She and Steve had only been married a few months and the naive young wife had never been more than a few hundred miles from her home. But gradually, she had come to feel a real affection for the often rainy, fog-bound area.

Even though they had settled to the south of the city, she loved to spend long days walking the steep Seattle streets and visiting the waterfront area where ships from all over the world slipped in and out easily. Betty blushed as she thought of the huge bearded Swedish sailor who had picked her up so effortlessly last month as she stood on the pier and watched his gleaming white ship unload its cargo. My God! She thought, remembering the man's massive penis thrusting insanely in and out of her clasping pussy as they labored and twisted so obscenely on the small single bed of the waterfront hotel. Her loins tingled as she recalled the tremendous orgasms that shook her wanton body while she begged the sailor to fuck her harder and harder. The man had responded violently to her pleadings, and she had almost passed out with the exquisite rapture as her body seemed to fly apart when his white-hot semen exploded within her claspingly heated pussy, spurting on and on in a never-ending flood of sticky juice that mingled with her own gushing cum. Unfortunately, the man's ship sailed that night, and she had not seen him again.

Betty went into the house and pulled the door closed behind her. Despite the wonderful day that it promised to be, she was extremely unhappy and frustrated. Last night had been even worse than, the other times that her husband Steve had feigned sleep, ignoring Betty's frantic advances as the lay in bed and manipulated his penis in an attempt to bring him to erection. She had been wild with desire, her beautiful naked body pressing against Steve's trimly muscled hardness, rubbing the soft furry pussy lips against his leg while her erect nipples pressed into the flesh of his limp arm. She had known that he was awake. No one could sleep in the same bed with another person for four years and not know! Finally, out of desperation, Betty had bent over the still body of her husband and had taken the flaccid penis into her warmly salivating mouth, sucking gently but urgently, trying to instill life into the unresponsive organ through the oral massage, For a brief moment, she thought that she had detected a flicker of desire in the slack organ, but her husband had suddenly rolled away from her, his penis wet from the glistening saliva.

Betty had lain there, rage and lust sweeping over her as she pondered her shame and humiliation. It was so unfair of Steve! From the beginning of their marriage, Steve had known that his beautiful young wife needed sex regularly. For the first few months, he reveled in the fact that she was extremely passionate, always willing and very innovative in her lovemaking. She would try anything to please him, and it was Betty that first introduced Steve to the ecstasy of her eagerly sucking mouth enveloping his blood-engorged cock and bringing him to such blissful ejaculation. And it was also Betty who helped him overcome his aversion to anal intercourse, an aversion that was soon lost when he discovered the delights of her clasping rectal orifice milking the white sticky cum from his long, erect penis.

But then, several months ago, something had happened and Steve became more and more preoccupied with business. Betty was sympathetic, of course, as well as frustrated and unfulfilled. She knew how hard her husband worked building his reputation as the best salesman in the Western States. All of his superiors said that he was going places with the company no doubt about that. But in the meantime, he left their suburban Seattle home each Monday morning for his long sales route, returning each Friday afternoon, tired and seemingly indifferent to Betty's need for love and physical sex.

God knows, she had tried to keep herself attractive and alluring for him. At twenty-four, she was stunningly beautiful with the fine patrician features of a Greek statue. Her full ripe body had not one ounce more weight on it than the day they were married. Perhaps, she had told herself, it was their difference in ages. Steven had been thirty-three when he met and married the young Betty. He was such a trim handsome man that everyone envied her. Steve had the outgoing easy manner of a good salesman, and he soon convinced the twenty year old girl that she should spend her life with him. He had painted such beautiful word pictures of the wonderful things they could have together all the material things that she could want plus, a husband who would live only to please her.

A cynical smile played across Betty's mouth as she stood in the tastefully furnished living room and thought of the degradation she had experienced last night. She should have known better, of course. Steve had only made love to her a few times in the past several months.

After it had become apparent to her that her husband had lost interest in sex, Betty had made an appointment with a psychologist whom a

woman friend d recommended. She wanted to be absolutely certain that the coldness of her husband was not her fault. The idea of another woman had never entered her mind. The psychologist was a plump little goateed man

who pulled his chair close to hers and patted her arm with chubby fingers as she sobbed out her despair and unhappiness. He seemed to take a prurient interest in her description of the things she had done to try and stimulate her husband. His fat little mouth almost drooled as she

blushingly recounted her efforts to suck Steve's penis and to invitingly offer up her hairless, puckered little anus to his half-hard rod.

He cautioned her to leave out no detail; he wanted to know everything! Did she enjoy the smooth flesh of a man's lust-swollen penis flashing in and out of her mouth? Were her orgasms more or less intense with vaginal as opposed to anal intercourse? Somehow, all of the things that she and Steve had done seemed shameful and dirty when Betty verbalized them to this obsequious little voyeur! Despite herself, she had felt the heat rising in her loins and spreading through her lower stomach as the man continued to stroke her arm soothingly. Through her tear-soaked eyes she could see the bulge at his crotch, straining the dark material of his trousers. Her words took on a life of their own as she became bolder and more candid in her descriptions of her love-making techniques. She was becoming as aroused as the fat little psychologist. It was all that she could do to keep her hands from reaching out and massaging the pulsing penis in his crotch. She needed desperately to feel a smooth glistening rod of heated flesh separate her tender pussy lips and plunge into her, splitting her in two with its violent hammering, plunging in and out as her madly clasping flesh contracted and expanded. She needed to scream out with lust, to beg for the exquisite joy never to stop, to feel herself floating on a sea of delicious orgasmic sensations.

Suddenly, sensing her naked lust and overcome by his own, the man had pushed her down on the couch and tried to force her twisted dress up over her hips. She had tried to stop him but could not. Cold air had swept over her as she felt her panties being pulled down her long beautiful legs and the psychologist pulling them apart to expose her naked loveliness.

Almost in a trance, she watched the man struggle out of his trousers and shorts, his thick short penis springing to life in front of him. It seemed like only a moment before his heavy body was pressing down on hers, and the little rod was forcing itself between the tender lips that protected her pulsating vagina. She wanted to scream, to beat the man off with her slender arms. Silently, she cried to herself and hoped that it would be over soon. But her body was involuntarily responding as his penis seemed to expand inside her violated flesh, her legs opened wider to allow him better access, and she found herself pushing frantically up to meet the jerks of his body. She told herself over and over again that this was wrong! The man's penis had grown to tremendous size as its hot pulsing length was swallowed up by her heated pussy, and he began to pump in and out, matching the tempo of her up-thrusting pelvis. Betty's legs encircled his plump body, and she locked her heels over his buttocks, hanging there as he continued the delicious stroking, in and out, his bulbous knob-head stopping just short of her vaginal entry before ramming in again.

Betty begged him to thrust harder, pushing her lust-inflamed clitoris in little circles around his pubic bone. Suddenly, she felt the cum gush from her vaginal slit, and her body was on fire as an insane tingling started to spread through her pelvis area and explosions of pleasure shot through her. A deep low moan began to build in her throat, and she twisted her body wildly to force more of the man's rampaging staff into her clasping pussy.

"Ooooohhh ... I'M CCUUMMMINNGGG!" she had cried out, oblivious of everything else in the world but this delirious joy.

At almost the same instant, she had felt the first heated spurts of his milky semen shoot into her, filling her madly thrashing cavity and mingling with her own juices. He groaned with pleasure, pumping more and more of the sticky viscous fluid into her.

Suddenly, it was over and they lay there panting. For the first time in months, Betty had felt satisfied and fulfilled.

After Betty had dressed and left the man's office, he had called her several times a day and pleaded for her to return or to meet him anywhere. But she had refused his entreaties, ashamed of the depths of her own passion and vowing to be true to her indifferent husband. Her vows were destined to go unfilled.

After another few months had gone by with no sign from her husband that he wanted to make love to her, Betty suspected that Steve had found another woman. She began to call his hotel rooms, hoping that a sleeping and confused woman's voice might answer. Every Friday night she went through his clothing and suitcase, examining them minutely for a clue that would give away an illicit relationship. She found nothing!

Except for his angry refusals to discuss their problem, Steve seemed a kind and considerate husband. He brushed aside her pleas with an offhand remark that "everything would work itself out."

In their fourth year of marriage, Betty decided that she had to have a man any man or face the prospect of going crazy. Her whole life had become nothing more than an obscene series of fantasies about sex. From the moment she dragged her tortured body from bed in the morning until late into the frustrating nights when she tossed about in her bed, all of her thoughts centered on sex. She relived every detail of every sexual experience that she had ever had, finding a vicarious pleasure in imagining them happening again. She spent long hours lying back naked on their bed, her legs spread wide, and fingering herself fiercely as she fantasized hundreds of faceless men raping her brutally, forcing their huge, lust-swollen erections into her willing mouth, rectally violated by legions of massive penises splitting her anal orifice and pumping gallons of white-hot sticky sperm into her intestines.

Her own fingers brutally massaged her vagina and clitoris while she hungrily sucked on a peeled banana or a thick round carrot smeared with her own cuntal juices. Her frustrations only increased, and she began to drink to escape the frightening things that were happening to her.

It was during one of her long walks in Seattle that Betty discovered the dildo. Somehow she had gotten lost just as it started to rain. Her eyes had darted around the narrow street searching for a place of refuge. There seemed to be nothing but the ugly forbidding storefronts, long ago boarded up and forgotten by city planners. She covered her head with the newspaper she carried and ran in the direction of a traffic signal. Before she arrived at the corner, she saw that one of the storefronts was not closed up. Through the rain streaming down the plate glass window, she could see that it was an office. An unprofessionally lettered sign was propped against the bottom of the window. It read: SISTERS OF LESBOS. Underneath in small letters were the words: Editorial Offices.

Betty went into the office quickly, discarding the soaked newspaper in the doorway. Inside, there was a long wooden counter, several cluttered desks and office chairs and stacks of tabloid-sized newspapers piled everywhere. She stood by the counter waiting for the rain to stop. The smell of ink and fresh hot coffee mingled together in a not-unpleasant combination.

"Can I help you, honey?"

Betty turned away from the window quickly and found herself facing the speaker. She was a thin, middle-aged woman with a smiling, pleasant face and black hair piled loosely atop her head. She wore an ink-smudged smock. The woman was staring at Betty quizzically, waiting for a reply.

"I'm sorry," Betty said, "I got caught in the rain, and this seemed to be the only place I could escape it."

The woman laughed. "Whatever else we ain't got in Seattle, we got rain!" Her voice was almost a baritone. Betty liked the woman immediately.

"Is it all right if I stay inside until this stops," Betty asked, feeling the rain-soaked dress she wore.

"You bet!" the woman replied immediately. "Look, I was just about to lock up. Why don't you come in the back and dry off we've got an electric fireplace there." She paused as a look of apprehension covered Betty's face. "Besides, I can give you a cup of good strong black coffee."

The woman didn't wait for Betty's reply. She stepped around the counter, locked the front door, and taking Betty's damp arm, she led her through the office and into a large comfortable room in the back of the building. The room was comfortably furnished and warm. The woman seated Betty in a large armchair in front of the fire and went to get the coffee. She returned in a minute with a huge mug filled with the fragrant brew.

"My name's Fanny ... Fanny Thomas, Editor and Publisher of the Lesbos Journal What's yours?" She said, stretching out on a pillow beside Betty's chair.

"Betty Winslow. I live ... south of here."

Thinking back on it now, Betty was amazed at how quickly she and Fanny Thomas became friends. In a few brief moments, they had gone from complete strangers to confidants, sharing little jokes about their lives and telling one another secrets. Fanny had a fantastic ability to draw people out, and she sensed immediately that Betty was a troubled young woman. From little hints that Betty gave, it became apparent that the trouble involved a man. Slowly and skillfully she questioned the beautiful young girl And then the dam had burst and Betty was sobbing out her whole terrible story. Fanny was on her feet quickly, drawing the crying girl to her and comforting her, her strong arms providing a welcome refuge for the despairing girl.

"Get it all out of your system, honey." Fanny said, softly stroking the girl's finely molded back. "You just go ahead and cry."

After the tears had stopped, Betty felt drained and weak. She had never confided black secrets like this to anyone except the fat, awful little doctor. Strangely, she felt at peace as if a weight had been lifted from her body.

"Honey, you'll have to pardon me if I put it crudely," the older woman paused, ". . . but you've got the same problem that we gals have had for thousands of years! Either we're getting too much prick or we're not getting enough!"

Betty burst out laughing in spite of herself. The words sounded entirely incongruous coming from Fanny. The woman reminded Betty of an old-maid school-teacher.

Betty and Fanny had talked for hours. It was dark when Fanny had telephoned for a taxi to take Betty to the suburban bus depot. As the young girl settled herself in the seat of the cab, Fanny handed her a wrapped package and made her promise not to open it until she was home. She stood on the sidewalk and waved as the taxi sped off down the rain-washed street.

As soon as Betty had closed and locked the house door behind her, she quickly undressed and put on a warm robe and sat on her bed, turning the package over in her hands as if to get some clue as to its contents. When she had torn the brown paper wrapper off, a folder note fell out. Betty scanned it quickly.

Honey,

I didn't want to embarrass you by giving you this thing while you were here. I think it might partially solve your problem! There was a time before I joined the movement that I used this very same thing to get me through some bad nights.

I hope you won't mind my saying that you're a terribly naive young thing and probably didn't realize that the SISTERS OF LESBOS is a lesbian organization. That's right! Me too! If I am guessing right, that isn't the way you swing at least not at the present! However, feel free to telephone me or to come back at any time for more good conversation, or for your first lesson in what love can really be all about! In the meantime good luck, honey I really mean that.

Love,

Fanny

Betty was stunned. Fanny Thomas was the first acknowledged lesbian she had ever met. How could she have been so foolish not to have known? She quickly opened the box. Inside there was a long cloth container. She held it up and shook it, her eyes widening in amazement as out dropped a perfectly formed replica of a huge erect penis, every detail and color faultlessly done. There was even a hair-covered flange at its base and two large testicles extended from the underside at the rear. The obscene instrument dropped to the bed's coverlet and lay there, the little slit in the tip staring at the fascinated girl's face as she bent closer to drink in its magnificence with her amazed eyes. She guessed that the massive thing must be at least nine inches long and four inches around. Every blood-swollen vein was there! Hesitantly, her hand reached out and her fingers trailed along the huge organ. It was made of soft foam rubber and was warm to her touch. She closed her eyes as her probing fingers encircled the almost living thing, her other hand grasping the base to steady it. It was like something alive, she thought as she felt the foreskin pull back realistically as she slowly drew her fingers back and forth.

Betty opened her eyes again and brought the instrument closer to her face, still marveling at the exquisite detail. Almost as if the beautiful thing had a life of its own, it came closer until it rubbed gently up and down on her lovely cheek, inching closer and closer to her half-opened mouth. She licked her lips nervously, expecting at any moment to find the huge penis forcing its way between her red lips and plunging into the warm crevice they guarded.

Suddenly afraid of her thoughts, Betty put the enormous dildo back on the bed. Her eyes caught sight of a folded sheet of paper at the bottom of the box, and she picked it up and opened it. It was the instructions for the instrument's use. She scanned the page quickly, noting the paragraph on how to fill the testicle-shaped syringes with warm water or preferably heated cream. There was also a diagram showing the location of the batteries and the speed control switch of the vibrator. Betty almost ran to the kitchen and heated a small saucepan of cream.

Carefully she filled the testicles and stoppered them. Then hesitantly she pressed her thumb against the control switch. Immediately, the organ came alive, dancing about lewdly in her hand as she fought to control it.

'My God!' she thought, as she lowered herself onto the soft bed and drew the robe open, 'this is all a horrible joke. I can't really be going to do this!'

Her thighs were spreading open involuntarily, and she could feel the lust well up in her, beginning with a warm intense burning between her legs and making her brown nipples jut out in erection.

Her hand came up, and she lovingly caressed her swollen breasts as the other hand began to massage her tender inner thigh with the huge staff. As it worked closer to her inviting pussy lips, she felt a faint stirring in her little love-bud, and it strained to force itself up through the hooded flesh. She wanted to close her eyes, but they sprang open, drinking in every delicious inch of the massive rod. Her legs spread wider, forcing apart the softly fringed outer lips and exposing the tender little cuntal mouth that rippled in anticipation of what was to come. Betty's hand left her breast, and the middle linger began to trace a gentle line up and down the glistening pink furrow, stopping momentarily at the pussy entrance then drawing away in a teasing motion. She felt the heated reddish bulb of the penis tip forcing her finger aside as it continued the slow teasing motion. Betty's pelvis thrust forward to meet the obscenely moving organ, and she felt the probing tip pause in its travels and poise just outside the pulsing pussy opening. As the huge erection lay there, Betty imagined that it was attached to her husband's body and that Steve's face was over hers, half-smiling in lust and anticipation like it used to be so many months ago!

Suddenly, without warning the massive penis was thrusting into her. hungry pussy, stretching the opening wider than she thought possible. Betty cried out-in momentary pain and pleasure as the thick round staff bored further into her glistening wet cuntal walls, sending great shivers of joy and ecstasy through her heated body.

"Oooooh, hurry, fuck it all in!" she screamed, trying to force her legs wider apart to accommodate the huge organ, her pinkly ragged flesh clasping tightly and straining against the awful violator.

Betty felt a tremendous pressure as the dildo seemed to split her in two; it was like being impaled by a telephone pole. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for the sheer size and bulk of this monstrously thick member which had become part of her lower body, straining every nerve in her vagina and pelvic area as it brutally surged into her.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" she cried out as the smoothly tipped head struck her womb and sent waves of pain through her stomach and limbs. She felt the hot juices of her pussy swarm around the huge machine, lubricating it. Betty's finger flicked out and pressed the control switch.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed in ecstasy as the huge sex organ came alive, bucking and pulsing wildly up into her lusting pussy, sending delicious vibrations running madly throughout her naked young flesh, boiling and churning the hot juices that surrounded it.

"OOOOOOHHH! MMMYYY GGGGOOODDDDDD!" she moaned, drawing her knees back up tightly against her naked breasts as the dancing monster beat out an exquisite tattoo against her throbbing clitoris, adding wonderful new sensations to those already flowing through her.

Her frantic hand grasped the base of the massive penis and pulled it from her devouring pussy, stopping momentarily as the head reached the outer lips of her gasping vagina, then thrusting it forward in a desperate ramming motion, her pussy walls pulsing as the artificial flesh smoothly wormed deep back up inside again.

Betty's body was on fire, leaping and dancing in lewd gyrations as the stiff rod plunged in and out, its hair-covered flange and swinging testicles adding to her mad pleasure as they rubbed against her clitoris and buttocks, the testicles slapping fiercely down into her anal crevice while her hairless puckered little anus expanded and contracted below in a joyful lust-driven little rhythm.

As the wonderful vibrating sensations brought her nearer and nearer to orgasm, she reached down beneath her upraised ass-cheeks and probed at the tight little rectal opening with her extended middle finger, lubricating it with the hot juices being forced out of her hungry pussy by the plunging staff. Quickly, she plunged the well-oiled middle finger into the tight little anal opening, wincing excitedly as the pain changed to intense pleasure. She could feel the vibrator-powered dildo humming through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages, and she synchronized the movements of her finger and the phallus, furiously working them in and out together, unable to prolong the signals of her coming orgasm.

"AAAAAHHYYYYEEEEEE!" Betty screamed, pulling her finger out of her puckered rectum with a loud pop and quickly squeezing the testicle sacs. The warm sticky cream shot into her as her body exploded in spasms of orgasmic delight, filling her pussy to overflowing with the mixture of her own cum and the spurting juice. Her loins seemed to erupt, her belly feeding hungrily on the hot cream; she was floating, her breath coming in great heaving gulps, sensations of pure ecstasy madly coming again and again as the dildo ground against her straining clitoris.

"OOOOOHHHHH GGGGOODDDDD!" she moaned as the last little spasms of orgasm tapered off and she reluctantly pulled the cum-soaked love machine from her pussy and flicked the switch off.

Afterwards, she lay there for a long time, the huge phallus nestled between her soft luscious breasts, the tiny slit in its knob-head oozing out the last drops of the sticky white fluid while Betty silently thanked the strange woman who had given it to her.