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Backside Loving (couples)
by Catherine (c) 1993
I had known Beth for only a few months. She was pretty by
anyone's standards, with nice legs, a firm behind, and somewhat
small breasts (I believe bite-sized is the term they might be
called) with bigger than average nipples. We didn't "do it"
until our fourth date, and I can't say that the sex was
spectacular.
Don't get me wrong, it was good, but until we went
away for a weekend with Joan and Bill, two friends of ours,
our sexual adventures were quite ordinary.
We all went to bed early on the first night at the cabin, feeling
somewhat exhausted by the long trip and our hike into the woods.
Beth turned off the light and slipped under the covers, snuggling
up next to me. We couldn't do anything because Joan and Bill were
sleeping right across from us in our one room cabin.
At about 11:00 p.m., Beth got out of bed and went over to the kitchen area.
A while later I also got up parted to curtian that seperated the sleeping
areas from the rest of the cabin space and found her lying on the couch,
on her side, completely naked, facing the back of the sofa, in her familiar
fetal position.
She appeared to be asleep. I sliently climbed onto the sofa
behind her and discovered, by her gentle stirring, that she was
still awake. Not knowing what she was thinking, or feeling, I
turned on my side, so that my chest was pressed against her back,
spoon-like, and cradled her body against mine. I wondered fleetingly why
she wasn't worried that our cabin mates might catch her naked lying in the
open like this.
But I was turned on by the situation and planned to take advantage of
the adrinalin rush and reached my hands around her to cup her small,
almost girlish breasts in my hands, stroking and kneading them and
feeling her nipples slowly gain erection.
I moved my left hand down to her groin,
pressing into the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there
too. She responded by pushing her bottom back against me, parting
her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised, lazily
resting on my hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached
between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but
not into, her. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect
cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow,
circular motion against her clitoris.
When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide
myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, "Uh-
uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass." So saying, she
placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then
rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. At
first, I thought she was teasing me.
"Are you serious?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. We had never
done that before, and I remember wondering if this was something
about Beth's sexuality that I hadn't known.
"Just do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass," she said
softly. She rubbed the cockhead a few more times against her
nether opening. "Mmm, David, I want it deep inside my ass."
My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist
pussy lips that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly
little effort. She grunted as the cockhead broke the barrier,
then hissed between her teeth. "Slowly," she said, "work it in
slowly." She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the
unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass.
"Am I hurting you?"
"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, it
feels so fucking big!"
I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest,
as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I don't believe how
tight you are!"
"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been
split in two!"
"Just a little more." I pressed my cock forward, then felt it
being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to
gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing
forward. She grunted and moaned a few more times before I
finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower ass.
"How's that?" I whispered.
"Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to
get used to it."
I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and
shoulders while my sheathed phallus remained completely
motionless inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat
painful for her, but that was not unexpected. The walls of her
rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time,
she contracted her anus around the sheathed sword, as she tested
the elasticity of her anal muscle.
The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me.
"If you keep that up," I said after a particularly tight
contraction, "I'm going to come. I feel close already."
"No! Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't
really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?"
"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"
"The pain is subsiding," she said. "Give it just a few more
seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit."
"I'll come for sure, then," I pleaded.
"No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!"
Now that I had discovered this side of Beth, or should I say the
backside of Beth, I knew that I would want to take her anally,
and often, again. Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her
warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to keep
from spilling my seed inside her.
My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but
gone, Beth began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern,
while my ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently
followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly piston my
manhood. The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the
both of us to a high we had never before known.
Beth was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic
instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she
developed a far different attitude toward our love-making.
Outside of a few "dirty" words like "fuck" or "suck", said in the
heat of passion to titillate me, she had never been one to be
vocal about her needs--until now! "OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to
me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, David, it feels so
good!"
Her voice could be heard through the house. "Hey," I said
softly, "the others will hear you."
"Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!"
Her immodest exclamations, within earshot of the others, drove me
to a new frenzy. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my
cock in and out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete
abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my
abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even
further into the dark abyss.
My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to
feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her
turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my
hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this
final, almost desperate gesture, that seemed to do the trick.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! YESSSSSSS!"
Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume from
her orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her with
spurt after spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a
doubt, one of the best fucks I had had in long time. I hoped she
felt the same way.
We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from
her. I just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole,
feeling every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only
served to remind me of what we had just done. Finally, my limp
member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner
right thigh, still wet from my spending.
Beth turned her naked body completely around until we were belly
to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back
and held me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs
mingling. "That was great," she whispered sexily.
I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."
"I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. I guess
I'm what you call anal-erotic."
I laughed. "Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I
had come earlier?"
She laughed also. "You'll never knew, my sweet David, will you?"
"I guess I never will." When our lips met, her tongue went right
for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly,
sensuously, creating that familiar stirring in my manhood that
had disappeared inside her wonderfully tight derriere.
I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because she
slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located
my semi-erect penis. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny
inside my eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.
"Don't you ever quit?" I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.
"Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your
door," she quipped.
"So you're equating a beautiful assfuck with a mousetrap?"
"Sort of," she giggled. "I mean, show me a new way to get off,
like you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night,
wanting more."
I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass
that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my
fingers, prying them apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring
back of the sofa.
"What are you doing, young man?"
"I'm back at the doorstep again," I replied, searching for her
anal button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing
inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I
was eager to play back there again.
"Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier
question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before
working her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.
"I like your mousetrap," I said, pushing the tip of my finger
into the recently deflowered opening. Beth laughed at my feeble
attempt at humor.
She was slowly masturbating my cock now, alternating the
squeezing with up and down movements of her hand. "I don't ever
remember him rising so quickly again," she whispered.
Just then Ellen came down the stairs from the loft. I turned
around just in time to see her throwing a white terry-cloth robe
over her naked body. Her tits were quite a bit larger than
Beth's, but her nipples were actually smaller.
"What the hell is going on down here?" asked Ellen.
Beth laughed. "Did we wake you?"
"All I could here was someone screaming 'Fuck me in the ass!'
Wouldn't that have awakened you?" She didn't seem mad, just
interested.
"I told her to be quiet. Now I'm embarrassed," I said.
Ellen laughed. "If you're as good as it sounded, there's nothing
to be embarrassed about. It would be a good idea to go wash up,
though, after something like that."
I blushed. "You're right, will you please excuse me." I pried
myself away from Beth, then walked quickly past Ellen. I
couldn't help but notice that her eyes were on my erection.
I washed thoroughly, even my balls and anus. I had no idea what
might happen the rest of the evening, but I wanted to be prepared
for anything. I dried myself by running a towel back and forth
between my legs, making sure I worked it well into my ass
crevice. When I returned to the living room, Ellen was seated on
the sofa next to Beth, who was still reclining on her side. Ellen
sat in such a way that she blocked my view of Beth's hairy pussy,
kind of facing her, her left forearm resting nonchalantly on
Beth's rib cage.
Beth's left arm lay across Ellen's lap, kind of flopped there for
want of a better place to put it. Ellen's robe had ridden pretty
much up her legs, but she had the garment wrapped around in such
a way that her charms were well hidden from view. For decency's
sake, I held the towel I had been drying myself off with in front
of my crotch. My flag was at half-staff beneath the towel.
"Can I ask a personal question?" Ellen asked of Beth.
"If you want," she replied.
"Did it hurt?"
Beth blushed profusely. I smiled. "You mean what he just did to
me with that monster cock of his?"
"Uh-huh," replied Ellen with a broad smile.
A pensive look, quite serious look came over Beth's face. "At
first, it hurt a lot. I thought the bastard was going to split
me in two. But after a while, I became quite used to it. I
really wanted it inside me after the pain went away. It's such a
different, filling sensation, to have something in your ass."
"Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of
waiting until now," I said, only partly in jest.
"It makes me wish I let someone do it ten years ago. Just think,
I've missed all that time. Have you ever done it, Ellen?"
It was Ellen's turn to blush. She lowered her head in
embarrassment. "Yes," she whispered in response.
"What are you acting so shy about?" laughed Beth. "You didn't
like it?"
"Mmmm. I loved it. I've been turned on by...you know...anal
things ever since I was a teenager. Man, I don't believe I'm
talking so openly about it."
"You better define 'anal things,'" said Beth.
Ellen really blushed at that question. "Well, I like to do
things to people's....uh...asses, and I like to have things done
to mine."
"Like what?" asked Beth. Ellen had really piqued her interest.
"Like....." There was a long, pregnant pause. I could almost
see her mind thinking. "Like having my anus....ah.....what's the
term?..." She seemed to be searching for just the right words.
"Ah, you know...rimmed," she blurted. She paused for a moment,
quiet and pensive. "Do you know what that means?"
"I don't think so," said Beth, quite honestly.
"It's like when someone licks you back there....with their
tongue." Her face was red as a beet now.
"I see," said Beth, raising her eyebrows as her interest began to
become more and more aroused.
"And I like to do that to others, too." She seemed more animated
now, more open, like she was confessing something she had held
back for many years. "Am I embarrassing you?" she asked.
Beth smiled. "Of course not, please go on."
"If I'm not getting rimmed with a tongue or fucked by a nice cock
in my ass, I like to have someone put a dildo in my backside.
Oh, just thinking about it turns me on!"
Just hearing about it was turning me on. My manhood was coming
back to life, beginning to peek its head through the towel over
my lap. Nervously, I pulled the towel completely over it.
Ellen looked straight into Beth's eyes. "Would you like me to
show you something very special?"
Beth gulped. She thought for a few moments. "I'm game."
Ellen turned her head and looked at me. "May I borrow her for
few minutes?"
"Oh, yes...Of course. I'll leave." I started to get up.
"Why don't you stay and enjoy the show," said Ellen sexily. "I
don't mind if Beth doesn't."
Beth looked at me with her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. I could
read the sexual excitement in them. "Maybe he'll get some new
ideas," she said, giving me a little wink, an obvious invitation
for me to remain and watch.
"He just might," said Ellen, pulling apart the sash on her robe,
letting the top loosen, permitting my hungry eyes to spy on a
good deal of her ample breasts. She looked over at me for a
brief second, as if she were pondering her next move, then stood
and nonchalantly shed the robe completely, dropping it to the
floor at her feet, before sitting back down. It all happened so
quickly, in one fluid motion, my mind had to adjust to the
delightful fact that there were two quite pretty ladies in front
of me, and neither had a stitch of clothes on!
My eyes darted from Ellen's full, hanging breasts, with their
silver dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft,
light-brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a 'V'
at her lower abdomen. She made absolutely no effort to hide
anything from my view. To the contrary, I think she kind of
enjoyed showing her more than adequate body off for me (and, I'm
sure, for Beth as well). I made a mental note to ask Ellen later
if she trimmed her pubic fleece, so delicate did her treasures
look. The growth of her curls was quite sparse; in fact, I found
it quite amazing that Beth's thick forest of much darker curls
completely hid her cuntal slit, whereas the thin crack of Ellen's
pussy was quite visible through the hairs.
Ellen devoured Beth with her soft, bluish-green eyes. Her voice
was soft as the morning. "Would you like me to give you a rim
job?"
Beth seem mesmerized by this woman. She managed only to nod her
head in affirmation. Her hand was just below Ellen's melon-like
right breast. For a second, I thought she was going to cup it. I
tried to imagine her doing so, hoping that she could read my
mind, but my little trick didn't work, she just kept her hand
stationary beneath the hanging globe.
"Kneel on the floor. Rest the top of your body on the sofa
cushion," said Ellen, her voice devoid of its previous
nervousness.
Beth curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past the
still seated woman. I loved her nakedness. My cock was now
throbbing. Stealthily, I slipped my hand under the towel and got
a good grip on myself. This is one show I knew I would really
enjoy.
"Like this?" asked Beth, moving to a kneeling position at the far
right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest on
the blue velvet cushion and the side of her head on her forearm.
"That's just fine," said Ellen, sliding off the sofa and moving
to a seated position to Beth's left.
Ellen leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping Beth's
hip. "So this is what you had to work with. What a perfect ass!"
I thought to myself, "How true!" as I watched Ellen place the
palms of her hands over each of the twin hemispheres and gently
squeeze the pure white flesh. "Mmm, that feels good," husked
Beth.
"It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with you.
She leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper left
buttock while she sensuously ran her fingernails all over Beth's
ass, raising tiny goose-bumps across the alabaster surface.
Beth hissed loudly, between her teeth. "Oh, that feels nice!"
"It's called the warm-up," said Ellen, running the tips of her
fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Beth's buttocks,
all the way down to the anal region. She was careful, however,
not to touch the recently deflowered rosebud. It was obvious she
knew exactly how to extract every ounce of sexual excitement from
her willing victim before she really pounced.
Beth's breathing was becoming more labored as Ellen played tunes
along the inside of the ass crack. "I hope you're not too
modest," she said, "you're boyfriend is about to get an eyeful."
I didn't comprehend the meaning of her words until I watched
Ellen move her hands to Beth's lower ass. Using primarily her
thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the two halves of the split
pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button that I had only
recently deflowered.
"I've never felt so exposed," said Beth, feeling both of our eyes
on her most private area. She kept her head uplifted and stared
straight ahead.
"Relax," whispered Ellen. "We're all friends."
"Friends usually don't examine each other's assholes," quipped
Beth.
"I like to look at yours," said Ellen. "It looks so tiny. How
did he ever get his cock inside you?"
"Very carefully," I said, and we all laughed.
Ellen seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the first to invade
Beth's most private area. She looked at me with a slight look of
disdain. "Men don't know how to take good care of a woman's ass.
It takes a woman to do it right."
Beth immediately became defensive. "I think he did just fine
just a few minutes ago. I'm still tingling inside my ass."
Ellen got more perturbed. She turned back and examined the
opened anal region. "Wait until I finish with you, honey. I'll
make you forget about his cock."
She seemed bent on proving to Beth that she could better satisfy
her sexual needs than I could. It was a contest now, between me
and her. I had already played my part, now it was her turn. It
didn't really matter who was better--Beth was the real winner of
the contest because all she had to do was sit back and enjoy.
For the rest of the session, Ellen completely ignored me,
blocking me from her mind, concentrating only on the job at hand-
-giving Beth the best anal sex she was capable of giving. She
ordered Beth to stretch out on the carpet, prone, on her tummy.
She did so, making a lovely picture with her cute, curved ass and
tightly closed legs. She was perpendicular to the sofa, her head
almost touching its base. Ellen then turned and sort of squatted
over Beth's naked back, placing her knees on either side of
Beth's ribs. From my vantage point, almost directly behind my
prone girlfriend's feet, I had a nice view of Ellen's light-
haired pubic area, which she didn't seem to mind. Her boobs
swayed from side to side with even the slightest of movements;
her nipples were dark and erect.
Ellen leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to hang
delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her
palms on the back of Beth's upturned thighs. "Open your legs!"
she commanded, urging her on by applying pressure with her hands
upon the delicate, supple flesh. Beth obligingly opened up,
knowing that she would be baring the length of her hairy crotch
to the both of us--Ellen from above and me from behind. In doing
so, her cuntal lips parted stickily, exposing the soft pinkness
of her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite moist, providing
ample evidence that the anticipation of her sexual involvement
with another woman was a real turn-on for her.
"Raise your ass up!" ordered Ellen. Beth obliged once more,
poking the hemispheres upward, providing a prominent display of
smooth, white flesh.
To my complete surprise, the seemingly affectionate Ellen raised
the palm of her right hand over the upturned cheeks and gave the
right buttock a good, hard slap which resulted in a loud cracking
sound. Beth screamed out, "OUCH! That hurt!" and reflexively
lowered her abdomen until it was once again flush with the floor.
Immediately, a red blush appeared where the hand had met her
flesh.
"It's supposed to," husked Ellen, knowing that her straddling
position over Beth's back prevented her from easily escaping any
further blows. "Get your ass back up!"
Without a word of protest, Beth presented her tail bone once
more, knowing that Ellen would probably deliver another slap.
She was right-- Ellen raised her left hand this time and drove it
hard onto the unmarked left globe, rippling the surface of the
ass all the way to the top of Beth's thigh.
"AHHH!" Beth cried, but, quite surprisingly, kept her backside in
its upturned state, an apparent indication that she was not
opposed to receiving more of the same. I could see Ellen's
fingerprints imbedded on the soft, smooth skin of Beth's ass.
Beth looked down at the reddened buttocks and waited for a few
moments, studying the buns and the condition she had put on them,
allowing the pain and the tingling to subside. "How does your
ass feel?" she asked.
"It's tingling all over!" blurted Beth.
"It feels kind of good, doesn't it, Beth?"
Beth gulped. "Y-yes, sort of," she replied.
"Do you want some more?"
I could almost see Beth's mind racing as she sifted through a
host of responses to Ellen's question. She could suggest,
politely, that she had had enough. She could tell her to go on
and risk the consequences of more pain and, perhaps, humiliation.
After all, her she was getting spanked on her bare bottom by a
woman, her legs spread wide, exposing even the inside of her sex,
with her boyfriend seated right behind her, watching everything
in rapt attention.
Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. "Will it
hurt very much?"
"A little," replied Ellen in a soft, honest tone. "It's supposed
to." As she replied, she began scratching the surface of the
dimpled cheeks with her fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath.
Beth shivered at the touch.
"I...I guess it's okay," said Beth, obviously questioning in her
own mind if she had given the right answer.
Ellen dug her fingers into the opulent flesh of each cheek,
opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button which she
regarded as her eventual target. This would all be part of her
"warm-up" to the coup de gras to come.
"I like the way your skin ripples when I spank it," she husked,
leaving the cheeks spread for a moment longer as she continued to
visually examine the exposed anal region. When she let the
cheeks bounce back into place, I knew that Beth was about to
receive a bit more than she had bargained for. Ellen raised her
hand over her shoulder this time as she swung it on a downward
arc, lighting a fire on the exposed flesh as it struck with a
vengeance. Ellen's breasts shook like jelly as the blow landed.
As I watched the unbelievable scene developing before me, I
stroked my cock harder beneath the towel.
"AHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Beth cried as a searing pain lit into her
backside. "Not that hard!"
"I'll decide how hard!" exclaimed Ellen, her brow furrowed.
At that moment, Bill, Ellen's husband, came down the ladder from
the loft and, wide-eyed, looked at the two naked women. "What's
going on? You guys woke me up." He was wearing only boxer
shorts.
Ellen looked up at him. "Sit and watch, if you like. You may
not approve, but I'm giving Beth a first hand look at a new
adventure, no pun intended," she said with a wry smile.
Bill looked over at me, at the towel over my lap, my hand
conspicuously beneath it, then back at Beth's spread legs and her
gorgeous reddened ass. He seemed to want to apologize for his
wife's behavior. "From time to time she likes to get on the wild
side," he said to no one in particular.
"Sit down and watch, if you want," said Ellen.
Beth hadn't bargained for more audience. She closed her legs,
tightly, not desiring to give Bill the same free show she had
been giving me. Ellen recognized her reluctance immediately.
Instead of ordering her to open up and display her treasures,
however, she merely began massaging Beth's recently spanked ass
cheeks with slowly kneading fingers, working the flesh beneath
her fingers like putty. She seemed to know exactly what to do to
soothe Beth's obvious humiliation, leaning forward at the waist
and continuing the massage along the backs of Beth's delicately
textured thighs.
She kept the massage going for several minutes, without speaking,
working the entire buttocks and the tops of Beth's legs with a
smooth precision. "That feels nice," Beth sighed, coming out of
her stupor.
Purposely, Ellen's massaging fingers curled around Beth's lower
ass cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds,
opened the crack there to expose the pink rosebud. She seemed to
be getting Beth used to the idea that it wasn't necessarily wrong
to exhibit herself to three people at the same time.
In time, Beth's breathing became more labored, the kneading
fingers giving her a new sexual glow. Almost imperceptibly,
Ellen leaned forward and placed her hands a bit further between
Beth's tightly closed legs. With the gentlest of urgings, she
pushed against the inner thigh muscles and watched as Beth's legs
parted just a little, relaxing her inhibitions.
"You have a beautiful body," whispered Ellen, abandoning the legs
in their half-parted state and returning her manipulations to the
reddened ass cheeks. Beth's position allowed a few of the curls
of the back of her pussy to peek out from between the 'V' of her
legs.
Ellen alternated between massaging Beth's buttocks and lightly
scratching the flesh with her fingernails, causing Beth to begin
moaning once more. The moans were a signal to Ellen that her
plan was working. She leaned forward, tits hanging downward
again, much to my delight, and returned her hands to the insides
of Beth's legs. This time her urging was more insistent. The
barrier now broken, I watched the legs open once more. I looked
over at Bill. He was staring right into the opening.
Ellen decided to go for it all, risking losing Beth to pure
embarrassment, but knowing that if she was successful, no
barriers would be left. She moved her hand along the inside of
Beth's now spread legs, all the way to her hair-filled crotch.
She ran the index fingers of her hands along each side of the
exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh. Beth
moaned again. Ellen went for the kill, moving her fingers into
the cuntal crack and slowly parting the labia, obscenely exposing
the still moist (even more moist than before) vaginal entrance
and the engorged clitoral hood.
It was a bold move on Ellen's part, but the foreplay had left
Beth in a transfixed mood, her modesty long forgotten. Ellen
knew she had won, and planted the victory flag by running two
fingers into the pink divide and easing them right into the
naturally lubricated cuntal opening. Beth gasped out loud as she
felt the fingers enter her. Bill and I excitedly watched the two
digits slowly disappear into the splayed portal.
"It's like a lake!" exclaimed Ellen, moving her fingers back and
forth inside Beth's canal. The slurping sound that we all heard
was ample evidence that Beth was past the point of no return.
Her moans were now loud and prolonged.
Ellen withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her
mouth. Incredulously, I watched as she greedily sucked the cum-
laden digits, tasting Beth's pungent juices on her tongue. When
she took the fingers out of her mouth, she looked back down at
the twin spheres beneath her.
"Show me your ass again," she ordered in a firm, somewhat
demanding voice, then watched as Beth unhesitatingly offered her
upturned cheeks to Ellen.
"Higher!" demanded Ellen. "Present yourself!"
Beth arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well off the
carpet, poking her ass out smartly. "That's much better," said
Ellen. "What do you want me to do?"
"Spank me!" cried Beth.
"Reach back and open yourself up first. Show us that cute little
button!" Ellen was in complete control now; Beth would be
willing to do anything, and she knew it. She felt Beth's hands
work between her own spread legs and then come to rest on the
still glowing ass cheeks. Boldly, Beth pried her own flesh
apart, exposing the tiny button.
Ellen pounced on the opportunity immediately, leaning over until
her chest was planted in the small of Beth's back, flattening her
breasts against Beth's body, digging her sex into the upper part
of Beth's naked body. In another instant, her face was inside
the parted buns, planting a soft kiss on the crinkly rosebud.
Beth screamed out, as if a jolt of lightning had struck her, as
Ellen worked her tongue into the puckered opening.
Almost as soon as she began, Ellen straightened up and ordered
Beth to move her hands away from her ass. As soon as she
complied, Ellen drove a hard slap onto the exposed flesh. Beth
cried out in pain. Ellen used her hands to pry the lower ass
cheeks apart once more, drove her head between the splayed
globes, and darted her tongue into the nether portal again. The
time Beth's moan was longer and louder. We couldn't see what
Ellen was doing to Beth's asshole with her tongue, but whatever
it was it was causing her to beat her toes into the carpet.
Ellen lingered longer at the opening this time, rimming the
rosebud to her heart's delight. Finally, she straightened up
again and drove several more stinging spanks upon the completely
reddened ass, causing Beth to emit shrill cries of pain and
pleasure.
Ellen continued to alternate the spankings and the lickings,
increasing the length of her rimming each time, and increasing
the number of hard, cracking slaps with each new round. Beth was
now beside herself, making animalistic sounds from deep inside
her throat, breathing tremulously. It was obvious to everyone
when her dam broke. For the first time in my life I saw a woman
actually squirt out jets of clear cum, flooding the carpet
between her spread legs, as the orgasm took control of her entire
spasming body.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, straightening her legs out and
shaking them violently as a few more streams of cum spewed out of
her pussy.
The look on Ellen's face was one of satisfaction, knowing she had
really done something to my girlfriend that she would never, ever
forget. But there was still a look of sexual desire written
across her face. She eased herself off of Beth's back and
planted her buttocks on the sofa, then raised her feet off the
floor and brought those, as well, to the cushion. The effect was
to utterly expose her sex.
She looked down between her own spread legs to the still writhing
Beth. Her brow was more furrowed than before. Sexual excitement
flushed her face. "Do me!" she ordered.
Beth looked up at the splayed, wide-open sex. She had never even
thought of doing it to someone of her own sex, but Ellen had
removed every inhibition she had known in the last half-hour.
She literally dragged her exhausted body to a kneeling position
between Ellen's invitingly opened legs and plunged her head
between them. Ellen bucked her hips upward, forcing her steaming
crotch into Beth's face. Beth gave her all, shaking her head
from side to side, then up and down, fighting to get her lips and
tongue into every nook and cranny of Ellen's sex.
Ellen was beside herself, moaning loudly, her head thrown back
against the sofa. She moved her hand to the top of Beth's head
and tried to guide the incessantly devouring tongue even further
into her. She even raised her legs into a wide 'V', her toes
pointing skyward, as Beth licked the length of her slit and sent
her head spinning. "Eat me! Eat me!" she cried, feeling the
magic about to happen. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Her entire body seemed to shake with her orgasm as wave upon wave
of sweet ecstasy spiraled from her loins throughout her spasming
body. I had never seen a woman come with such intensity. To my
surprise, Beth kept her head between Ellen's legs even after the
initial shock waves had died down, laving her sex with slow, wide
swipes of her full tongue, tasting the copious flow of juices
running from the steaming cunt.
When it was over, both women stood up, naked and sweating, and
embraced, breast to breast. Bill moved to Ellen's side and put
his arm around her. Ellen turned to embrace him. Beth looked
over at me, red-faced, then walked toward me and planted herself
on my lap. Her body was soft and warm and slightly sweaty. We
watched as Ellen and Bill went up the ladder to the loft, leaving
us alone.
Beth looked at me as I cuddled her in my lap. There were tears
in her eyes and she began sniffling. "What's the matter?" I
asked.
"I just embarrassed myself," she replied, between tiny sniffles.
I cupped her left breast gently, moving my thumb lightly over a
nipple that had never been so hard. "You just shone in my eyes,"
I said softly, pulling the towel away from lap and throwing it on
the floor, allowing my erection to rub against Beth's thigh.
"Are you serious?"
"Very serious," I replied. "I thought you were great."
"I've never done anything like that before," she said softly,
searching my eyes for a sense of truth in my replies.
"There's nothing wrong with what you did. The both of you
enjoyed it, and I enjoyed watching."
"You won't think I'm some kind of slut?"
I laughed. "Do you think I'm bad for masturbating while I was
watching the both of you?"
Beth's eyes lit up. "You didn't!" she gasped.
"I did," I confessed.
"Did you....ah....did you...."
I helped her with her shyness. "Did I come?"
"Yes," she smiled.
"No," I replied. "I was saving that for you."
"I'm wanton, David," she whispered. "I think I'm over-sexed!"
I squeezed her tit harder, then pulled her closer to me. "We
have something in common," I said.
"You're sure you didn't come," she said, sliding her body down
mine until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged
cock.
"Good," she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and
lowering her mouth over me, her lips shaped in the familiar 'O'.
She took the penis into her, sucking it slightly.
"That feels good!" I sighed.
She stopped sucking for a moment. "Don't be afraid," she husked.
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of coming in my mouth," she whispered just before
lowering her head over me once more and enveloping me with her
warmth.
It didn't take long for her magic to work. She couldn't have
bobbed her head up and down on me for more than a deliciously
sweet minute. I didn't tell her I was coming; I just let it
happen, spilling my seed into her as she swallowed each and every
drop.
The very next afternoon Beth was washing her hands at the kitchen
sink when I came up behind her and pressed myself into her rear,
putting my hands up underneath her sweater, feeling and gently
squeezing her breasts through the thin cotton bra.
"You're getting me started again," she said.
"Mm-mm," I mumbled into her hair. I could feel my cock beginning
to grow between her ass cheeks. I knew she could feel it, too.
Turning around then, she put her arms around my neck, our mouths
found each other, and we pressed our bodies together, tightly.
It was as close as we could get without actually fucking. I
reached down through our meshed bodies and gently kneaded her
skirt-covered abdomen, pressing lightly just above her pubis.
"Don't you think the others will miss us?" she husked, moving her
pelvis slightly against my roving fingertips.
"Let them find something nice to do. I've already found it."
"I guess you have," she whispered sexily, frenching me with her
tongue and bringing her hand to the back of my neck, gently
scratching me there with her fingernails as I boldly moved my
fingers lower and cupped her pubis through the blue denim skirt.
"That's nice," she sighed, breaking kiss and moving her cheek
next to mine, gaining access to my super-sensitive ears. She
took the opportunity to blow soft, warm air into my left ear,
sending chills all over my body.
"Blow in my ear and...."
"And you'll fuck my brains out," she interrupted.
"That's a promise," I said.
"I'll hold you to it," she whispered, breathing her words against
my ear.
Her buttocks were pressed tightly against the counter. Her legs
were opened as wide as the somewhat tight denim would allow.
When the tip of her tongue found ear canal to its liking, I
nearly busted my gourd.
I moved both of my hands to the bottom of her sweater which lay
loosely around her waist and, in one quick motion, pulled the
soft wool over her girlish breasts, exposing the plain white
cotton bra. She was never one for really fancy underthings.
Someday I would teach her how to dress sexily underneath her
dignified exterior.
"Aren't you going to take it all the way off," she asked,
somewhat surprised that I left the sweater bunched beneath her
armpits.
"When I'm ready," I replied, lowering my head to her chest and
planting my lips right in the center of the right cup of her bra.
The nipple beneath the thin garment was already turgid. I bit
the nubbin lightly, through the bra cup, causing Beth to moan
softly.