Betty's turn

Betty had believed she was ready but now she was unsure of herself. She thought she could do whatever Jennifer did, she refused to accept she couldn’t, but now she was unsure. She hugged him back and knew it was her time. �I...I don’t know if I can.�

Jennifer reached out and put her hand under Betty’s chin and raised her head to meet her eyes. �You can, I know you can. I didn’t think I could at first but you will be surprised how instinctive it is once you begin. You’ll know what to do.� With that she let go and released Paul’s hug on them.

Jennifer went back and sat down on the floor. She watched as Betty hesitated. Betty shook her head, making her hair ruffle in the air. She let go of Paul and stood in front of him with her head down. Jennifer stood up and walked over to Betty. She put her hand up to cover and whispered into her ear. Betty blushed at hearing what she said and shook her head.

�Say it.� She gave Betty a quick, soft, swat.

�Ok, I will.�

�Then do it.� Jennifer drew back and sat back down where she had been just a minute ago.

Betty blushed again and down at the floor. �I’m yours, Master,� she whispered

Paul’s first impulse was just to say �of course� but he realized this was hard for Betty. He took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. Her eyes were cast down so he said, �Look at me.� When she obeyed, he went on, �I know this is hard for you but it’s for the best. You belong to me now and I am going to use you.� He could feel his cock getting hard again. �I am going to spank you now. It’s going to hurt but it’s OK because I will enjoy it.�

Betty blinked at the incongruity in that statement and then she realized how right he was. Her suffering didn’t matter; all that counted was her Master’s desires. �Yes, Master,� she whispered.

Paul took her over his knee in his favorite position. He wasted no time but immediately began smacking her hard.

Without a warm up or a chance to adjust, Betty started to struggle to get away because it hurt too much but Paul was too strong. He held her down as she kicked and squirmed. �OW! Let me up. OUTCH! STOP THAT!� she yelled but Paul was ignoring her. The more she resisted, the more aroused he got. Finally he eased off and began to rub her bottom. Like a switch being flipped, the pain that had shot through her was converted to pleasure and out of her mouth, with no conscious volition came one word, �More.�

Paul was shocked but he smacked her again, lightly.

�Harder.� Betty had no idea why she was asking for this. It was like she was watching someone else. She had a momentary shock as she realized what she was doing and then she was lost as Paul resumed the spanking.

Once again she kicked and squirmed and wriggled frantically but Paul knew better and kept going until her entire ass was crimson. Then he resumed the gentle rubbing and Betty started to rub herself against his leg, desperate to cum. By this time, Paul’s cock was once again hard and he wanted to feel it inside her. He helped her stand and found it exciting that Betty immediately focused her gaze on his erect cock. He told her to lie down on the sofa but she hesitated.

Jennifer said, �Go on, it will be alright.�

Nervously, fully aware of what was coming next, Betty lay down on her back as instructed. Paul climbed on top and tried to get into her but it was cumbersome with her one leg up on the back of the sofa and her other pushed over the edge. �Jen, help me,� he ordered.

Jennifer didn’t move for a second. She knew Betty wanted this experience to count, just like Jennifer did when it was her first time. She didn’t want to interfere with anything but the urge to serve Paul was greater than her own personal feelings.

Betty was still nervous, unsure what she was suppose to do and how it was suppose to feel. She was terrified she would do something wrong. When Paul asked Jennifer to help him, she was clueless to what he meant. Jennifer got the idea.

�Want me to guide you in like I did the first time?� Jennifer was already on her knees next to Betty and Paul, waiting for her master’s next order.

�Yes, NOW!� said Paul, frantic to seek the pleasure he wanted.

Almost instantly he felt Jennifer’s fingers and then he was at Betty’s entrance. His impulse was to thrust but he held back. He pushed gently and found his way blocked. He pushed harder and Betty grunted in pain. Then he couldn’t hold back any more and he just thrust and tore through her barrier.

Betty’s eyes went wide. She could feel him filling her and yet she was sore. But Paul was back to being gentle, again trying to make the sensation last. Slowly he drew out and thrust again. This time Betty could feel the intense pleasure of him sliding inside her. She put her arms around him and just held on.

Paul continued to proceed slowly and gently with her and she responded with gasps and moans as her arousal soared. She began to make her own coital movements, trying to bounce up against him. Her pleasure rose and she scratched his back with her fingernails. It made him arch and that brought more pressure against her clitoris. She started to cum.

Paul continued to thrust but it was taking him longer and Betty reached for another orgasm. Then Paul felt his own orgasm approach and he thrust faster until he was able to cum also. He slumped down on her, exhausted. Then he kissed her but was in no hurry to get up. He could feel himself getting harder again. He tried to repeat but slipped out so he rolled off her. He gently caressed her and then reached out for Jennifer as well.

Betty was as high as her mental capacity would let her go. Everything was different now. She was no longer the person she was just hours ago. She was some way different and she liked the new her so much better. She was oblivious to any actions outside of just her and Paul. She didn’t know where or what Jennifer was doing and, at the moment, had forgotten Jennifer was in the house altogether.

Jennifer, seeing Paul reach out for her, quickly made her way into his reach. She felt him take hold and draw her closer in to the two. Right now, though, she felt like the odd one out, the third wheel, as some would call it. She crouched down next to the couch, with Paul’s arm still on her, and just sat there, wordless.

Jennifer tapped on Betty’s shoulder to gain her attention. Betty lazily rolled her head around to face Jennifer. �Is it what you expected?� Jennifer asked.

�That and so much more.� Betty had a huge smile on her face and Jennifer knew the feeling that was flowing through Betty right now,

Jennifer put her hand in Betty’s hair and combed her fingers through it. She let go after her second stroke and stared at Paul. �You have every man’s dream. Two beautiful women who do whatever you tell them to do and you’re living that dream to the fullest.� That thought even put a smile on Jennifer’s face. �How may I serve you?�