Dr. Guenter Klow

Dr. Klow's Gallery Of Women: Bette

Chapter 1

"Stop behaving like a bloody twit," Bette told her naked reflection in the full length mirror. "There isn't going to be any change in how you look after you get rid of your virginity."

"But are you sure? Really sure?" her reflection seemed to ask. "Shut up and get into your panties so Derek can get you out of them and get rid of that seal in your pussy."

Before leaving the bathroom, Bette paused as if to take inventory of her physical assets. She counted two breasts. They were neither big nor small, she decided, just average in size.

"They are beautiful," she mused aloud as she fondled the firmly jutting, creamy white breasts and watched pink nipples darken and elongate. "Derek will love my breasts. God, it's going to feel so good when he does things with his hands and mouth. I just know he'll suck my breasts. Will I feel like a mother having a baby suck? No, I'll feel horny, that's what I'll feel."

Bette continued the inventory. She admired her not quite flat tummy, just slightly rounded and then the neat triangle of reddish brown hair below, where her firm, white thighs met.

"He'll like it all," she told herself. "When he sees me like this, he'll want to part my thighs and look at what I'm hiding between them. My flesh is young and firm and so smooth. He'll be dying to spread my thighs and see my cunt, my tender little virginal cunt. He'll want to see it and touch it. He's going to be gentle. I know he is. He won't be like those pigs at school, grabby and rough. He'll know just what to do and how to do it."

As she talked to herself, Bette felt her thighs moving apart, found a hand slipping between them, rubbing gently on her vulva.

"Should I masturbate?" she asked herself as the tips of her fingers parted a moist path to make that possible. "No, not now. I'm randy, I'll keep it that way and let Derek do it all."

Her mind was too slow in flashing the message and one finger slipped slowly, gently into the slit before she was able to order it out.

"Get your finger out of your slit and get dressed, you randy bitch," she told herself, then she laughed an almost silent laugh as she walked naked to her bedroom.

Bette was free to walk naked around her house because her parents were away. It was her eighteenth birthday and they weren't there to help her celebrate.

They had arranged for an employee of her father's firm to deliver the red Corvette and the salesman's professional smile as he handed her the key, but they couldn't change their travel plans to be there themselves. That would have been too much trouble. That would have involved love and they couldn't waste their time on something silly like that. It wasn't as if love were as important as money.

"Bastards," she snapped angrily as she sat on the edge of her bed and began dressing. "Goddamn selfish bastards. They can't spare me any love, just money. Okay, Derek will offer love when I give him my virginity. For just a little while, I'll be loved or at least, made to feel that I'm being loved. I hope he likes my uniform. Oh hell, I'm sure he will. How often does he have eighteen year old virgins coming to him to be deflowered?"

The eighteen-year-old virgin put the white satin garter belt on, then drew on the dark brown nylons and attached the suspenders. She liked the way the nylons caressed her firm, white thighs and was sure Derek would too.

After that she slipped into a pair of white nylon panties and smiled as she saw the bulge of her nicely bushed mons veneris through the stretched fabric.

"White is the color of virginity," she told herself as she reached for the white bra she had purchased for the big event. "Perhaps if I have him fuck me again, I'll wear sexy black lingerie, but this time, it has to be white for the vestal virgin."

Tucking her breasts into the cups of the bra, she sighed, fastened it, rubbed her hands over the more than well filled cups, then reached for the short dress that was the rest of her uniform.

"I wonder what the neighbors will think when they see me walking out of the house, getting into my new car?" she asked aloud. "Wouldn't they shit if they knew that Bette, the eighteen-year-old virgin is going out on her birthday to have her cherry plucked?" She laughed as she hurried from her bedroom, paused in the living room to pick up the keys of her car, then she was outside, her skin tingling with excitement, seeming to respond to the touch of sun and air as she anticipated other touches she would feel in just a little while, the touches of the man she had chosen to rid her of the impediment of virginity.

"Hi, Bette," her neighbor, Mrs. Carlson called as she paused from her chore of digging dandelions out of her front lawn. "You look as radiant as a bride."

"Do I?" Bette asked with a beaming smile as she paused for a moment. "I guess I feel radiant, but not as a bride."

"What do you mean?" the matron asked, a puzzled frown on her tired face.

"I mean if I were a bride, it would mean that some man was going to own me. That, wouldn't make me feel at all radiant."

"Oh you young ones," the woman said with a sigh and a smile that looked almost bitter, "you're so smart. If our generation had been that smart at your age, the world would be a very different place."

"For better or for worse?" Bette asked and realized that she was staring down into the crotch of the woman as she squatted.

The mature thighs looked big and smooth and white, yet there was something wrong, as if the fleshy nest they were capable of providing, was somehow neglected, unoccupied. Mrs. Carlson had a husband, but as Bette thought of the man, of seeing him sitting on the porch in his singlet, swigging beer from a bottle, looking sweaty and unshaven, she decided the woman showed good taste in keeping the space between her clean thighs unoccupied if he was the alternative.

"Don't tell anyone I said so, Bette, but for better. I wish someone had told me that when I was your age."

"I won't tell if you won't, Mrs. Carlson," Bette told the woman, moving closer and lowering her voice. "I'm on my way to spend the night with a beautiful man who is going to take my virginity. That's why I look so happy."

"I think you mean that, Bette. That's why you are wearing white," she added and as she looked up, Bette realized how short her dress was, short enough so that the woman was able to see her panties. "I hope it will be very good for you. It was not good for me the first time. My husband, he was like an animal."

"This won't be like that. I picked the man especially for the job."

"But no. The woman does not pick the man. The man picks the woman."

"That was then, Mrs. Carlson. This is now. When I want a mechanic to work on my car, I'll pick one, a good one. When I want a man to work on my cunt, I choose the right man for the job."

"So different the world is, Bette. Too soon I was born and too late I learn. For you it is so different."

"Are you going to wish me luck, Mrs. Carlson?" Bette asked, feeling that it was somehow important.

"Luck you do not need," the woman replied, her accent rising with her excitement as she got to her feet. "Always I know you are a beautiful girl. Now, under your dress, I see a beautiful woman. 'very beautiful, so much that I get excitement. When I see you next time, I hope you will say it was very good, very beautiful. Your man, he is young?"

"No, my man is forty-two years old. He has had many women. He knows all the things to do to make it good for me."

"Ah yes. Later, you will marry him?"

"Good God, no. I just want a nice fuck, not a bloody husband. I really have to get going, Mrs. Carlson. He's waiting for me and I have a feeling that his cock is very big and hard and just waiting to get between my legs."

"Such a girl you are, Bette. No," the woman amended, "I say such a woman. You make me very excite. You see this?" the woman asked showing Bette the handle of the trowel she had been using.

"Yes."

"I go into my house now. My pants I take off. He will be my lover. 'very gentle. I will thinking of you. You have very good time. Have nice, loving fuck. Goodbye now, Bette."

It had been a crazy conversation, Bette told herself as she hurried to the low slung, fire engine red car, but she was glad she had done it. Somehow, it augured well for what was ahead.

The engine roared in response to her touch and in doing so, it filled her with a sense of power. With just a touch, she had achieved that and in a little while, she would make a man roar with desire, a gentle, intelligent, handsome man. But she would control that power as she controlled the power of the car with her foot.

Virgins are supposed to be terrified and trembling, she told herself as she guided the car away from the curb and out into the light traffic of early evening. But she wasn't at all terrified and any trembling she felt was in the form of delicious waves of desire which fanned out from a little pink place in her crotch.

The waves fanned a little more strongly as she recalled how the woman had looked up at her crotch, how the wrinkled face had flushed as though with desire. Already, Bette guessed, the woman was in her bedroom or bathroom, probably naked from the waist down and, as the other end of the tool had dug into the earth, now the handle, the smooth, hard wood, would be digging into her vagina, helping her find beauty in fantasy as she had never been able to find it in reality with her husband.

"Christ, Bette, turn this off before you rack up your car and yourself," Bette warned herself, then laughed as she recalled the last line of a limerick that went, "and instead of coming, he went."

To help take her mind off her erotic thoughts, she concentrated on recalling all of the limerick. After a little while, she achieved her goal and, as she threaded the car easily through the heavier downtown traffic, she repeated the limerick aloud.

There once was a man from Ghent, Whose cock was so long that it bent.

To save himself trouble, He stuck it in double, And instead of coming, he went."

"I wonder how long Derek's cock is?" she asked herself. "I should have asked, but what the hell, I shocked him enough by telling him I had decided that he should be the one to get rid of my virginity."

Bette laughed aloud as she recalled the series of looks that had come over the face of her former history teacher. At first, there had been a stunned expression, then a look of disbelief, then those dark brown eyes had shone with excitement, beautiful laugh lines showing. She thought she had also seen a bulge appear in the front of his camelcloth slacks, but she couldn't be sure. It could have been her imagination. But no matter, she told herself and smiled a contented smile as she guided the car to a stop in front of his apartment building, if the bulge wasn't already there, it would be, when she walked into his apartment and confirmed that he hadn't been dreaming, that indeed he had been chosen to deflower a beautiful young virgin.

As she opened the door and swung her long legs out of the car, she looked down at her thighs and trembled. In just a little while, there would be a beautiful, naked man lying between those thighs and she would know the feel of having a very stiff penis throbbing deeply in her vagina.

Her knees felt weak as she stood beside the car and breathed deeply of the flower scented evening air. Were there really flowers or did her imagination make them bloom, she wondered, then decided it didn't matter. If she smelled flowers, then there were flowers.

"Hi honey," a voice called from a car that slowed and drew closer to the curb, "how would you like a big thrill?"

The caller looked to be about twenty, a curly -haired blond youth with pimples and a dumb expression. The driver didn't look like much of an improvement. Both youths looked eager as she approached their car and paused with her hands resting on the sill of the open window.

"Go home and jerk off as usual, little boys," she told them in a carefully controlled tone. "Give me a call when you've grown up and perhaps I'll think about it."

Bette wanted to laugh aloud, but decided it would spoil the image she had established, so she merely smiled as she walked up the pathway to the apartment building and heard the roar of the engine and the burning of rubber as the car took off.

Chapter 2

"Come on it, beautiful Bette," Derek greeted her with a smile that confirmed for Bette that she had chosen the right man to be her first lover. "I was so afraid you'd change your mind."

"I never had a moment's doubt, Derek," she told him, then the door closed behind her, he took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "Mmmm, that was nice," Derek said as the kiss ended and he continued to hold her. "I'm going to want more of that."

"I'm going to want more than that," she said with a little laugh.

"Glad to hear it. I can assure you there will be a lot more. I didn't want to scare you by coming on too strong too fast."

"Thanks. I know you expected me to be a bundle of nerves, ready to cry at the first step, but you can forget that. I'm going to be the most eager seduction you've ever known."

"You mean you're really as poised and cool as you appear to be?"

"Poised, yes. Cool, no. I'm hot for you in all the right places, like between my thighs."

"My God, Bette, you're too good to be true. Now then, about kissing. I'd love to borrow that beautiful mouth again."

"Take it, lover," Bette told him and he watched her tongue lick over her lips.

As their mouths met again, the kiss began gently, as the first one had, but then came a beautiful difference, one Bette felt inside the crotch of her panties as Derek opened his mouth, she opened hers and then their mouths were mashing together, wetly.

When his tongue came out to play in her mouth, it found an eager playmate and as they felt his penis stiffening and throbbing against her tummy, just above the place where she felt a demanding churning sensation.

Bette pressed against the black silk robe he wore and as she felt the stiff penis twitching, she sensed that the man was naked under the robe. Her hands rubbed down his back until they cupped his buttocks and she tugged at them, pulling them more closely together.

"God, I have to take a break or I'm going to shoot my charge on your dress instead of where I want to."

"Where we both want to. God, Derek, your cock feels so big and hard and strong. It drove me out of my mind. Do you mind that I use words like cock?"

"On the contrary, I find it exciting that a beautiful, intelligent virgin uses such words. Would you like me to do the same?"

"Yes," she replied with enthusiasm. "Tell me where you're going to stick that cock and what you're going to do to me when it's there."

"I'm going to slowly work the full length of my stiff cock into your tight little cunt," he whispered hoarsely, "and then I'm going to make love to you by fucking you. My strong prick will fuck your beautiful cunt."

"Oh yes… yes… I want that, my darling. I want you to fuck me. Derek, are you naked under your robe?"

"Yes,"

"Please. May I see and feel your big, strong cock right now?"

"You may do anything you want, dear. I'll open my robe."

"No, let me," Bette said, her tone urgent, then she dropped to her knees and her hands trembled a little as they parted the black silk robe and she gasped aloud at the sight of the long, strong looking erection with the swollen, almost purple head. "Oh God, it's so lovely," she said in a tone of awe, "So big and strong and so beautiful."

"You've seen cocks before, haven't you, darling?" Derek asked as her right hand closed gently around the shaft and squeezed.

"Not like this. Not hard. Ooh, it feels so very hard. Is your cock a lot bigger than average, Derek?" she asked as her other hand closed gently around the big head that felt like velvet.

"No, it's not. It's six inches long and just about average in diameter."