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Beth (MF, FF)
by Anonymous PIXNIX Author (c) 1989
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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 are commonly called) with
bigger than average nipples. We didn't make it until our fourth or
fifth date, and I can't say that the sex was spectacular. Don't get
me wrong, it was good, but until we went to a hunting lodge one
weekend with Joan and Bill, two close friends, our sexual adventures
were quite ordinary.
We all went to bed early on the first night at the lodge, feeling
somewhat exhausted by the long trip and our hike into the woods.
Since Beth always slept without clothes on, she 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.
At about 11:00 p.m., Beth arose from our bed and went downstairs. A
while later I also got up and found her in the living room, where she
was lying on the couch, on her side, still completely naked, facing
the back of the sofa, in the familiar fetal position. She appeared
to be asleep. I slinked 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 reached 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 ass 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!"
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-uh," 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 peak 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 fall 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
her ever get his cock inside you?"
"Very carefully," I said, and we all laughed.
Ellen seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the fist 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. Her 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 to the 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.
There were no more formalities between us. If the weekend had done
nothing, it left us both with the understanding that we could do
anything we wanted to each other's bodies. There was no more
pretense to our love- making. We were both surprised to learn that
we would do the same things in front of an audience of our friends
that we would do in the privacy of our bedroom. There was no longer
a need for modesty on either of our parts. We were beyond that now.
It was the perfect relationship.
As I gently bit the nipple of her left breast, I worked my fingers
beneath the strap that ran from cup to cup in the front of her
bra and moved my fingers beneath the cotton until I found the
softness her other breast. How could I mind if these mounds were
only cupcake-sized? They were sensitive to the Nth degree,
especially her nipples, which I loved to suckle like a baby. "It's a
lot more pleasurable if you suck on the real thing," she said,
reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp which held the bra
in place. I felt it loosen over my hand, so I pushed it upward,
baring her breasts, and let it mingle with the sweater still bunched
above her chest. Immediately, I clamped my lips on an available
nipple and sucked greedily, deriving my own pleasure just listening
to the soft moans my efforts were causing.
I continued sucking on her elongated nipple for several more
delicious moments. She seemed to find the most enjoyment out of my
sucking the nubbin as hard as I could, drawing it deep into my mouth,
then playing a rhapsody upon it with the tip of my tongue. Each time
I did that little number on her, she drove her loins against mine,
really hard, pressing her pubis against my cock, dry-humping me.
I tried to pull my lips away from her swollen nubbin, but she reached
behind my head and pulled my face back into her tit, urging me on
with animalistic noises that seemed to come from deep within her
throat.
I was almost afraid to abandon the area for fear of being smothered
by her tit. Finally, I spoke into the nipple, without pulling my
head back. "There is something else I would like to suck," I said,
placing my hands on her hips and pulling her lower body into mine,
hoping she would get the hint.
My ploy worked. Immediately, I felt Beth's hands press downward on
my shoulders. "Kneel!" she commanded.
Who was I to disobey such an order? I fell to my knees like a
wounded deer, still holding on to her supple hips. Her skirt-covered
abdomen was now inches from my face. The blue denim called to me.
As I felt Beth's hand press lightly on the back of my head, I moved
my face forward and planted my still eager lips right over her pubis,
pressing into her skirt with my chin.
"Yes!" she cried as I started chomping on the denim, dry-eating her.
I was really turned on now. My hands moved from her hips downward,
along her tightly stretched skirt, until they came to rest on the
backs of her knees. As usual, she wore no stockings. I had told her
long ago that bare legs turned me on. She pressed her pubis against
my mouth as my hands began their upward trek, this time along the
satiny softness of the backs of her thighs. In the process, I was
slowly pushing her skirt higher. Finally, I had to move my head back
to give the material room to move ever upward.
It wasn't long before the white 'V' of her panty crotch came into
view, and with it, the deliriously wonderful smell of her sex which I
knew had long ago began to moisten the plain white, silky undies. As
my lips moved toward the reinforced panty crotch, I moved my hands
all the way up the back of her skirt and clasped her ass, tightly,
even being so bold as to move my fingers beneath the panty leg and
feel the warm skin of her ass.
It was easy, then, to move my lips over her pubis once more. This
time, however, I could feel the thick forest of curls beneath the
thin material, and I used my tongue to find the swollen clitoral
hood, hidden beneath the panty crotch. With her skirt around her
waist, there was nothing to stop her legs from opening wider.
Without asking her to do so, Beth leaned back into the counter and
opened her legs wide enough for me to have easy to the entire length
of her panty crotch.
"Mmm," I sighed, "did I ever tell you how much I love panties?" I
planted hundreds of tiny kisses on the insides of her thighs in
between nuzzling my nose or lips in her sweet-smelling, albeit still
protected snatch.
Beth giggled. "I think you might have mentioned it a time or
two...OH! That feels nice! Kiss me right there....a little
higher....that's it....perfect....use your tongue....AHHH!" She
pulled my head flush against her completely moistened panty crotch.
I paid special attention to the clitoris and vaginal entrance as I
ate her right through the silky material.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of crotch kisses, I stood up.
Beth kept her legs well opened, so I was able to work the head of my
penis, still inside my pants, right up against her box. She wrapped
her arms around my shoulders and hugged me.
"What would you like me to do?" I whispered, my face just inches from
her partly opened mouth.
"What are my choices?" she said with a sexy grin, her head slightly
cocked to the side.
"Well, let's see....I could pull your panties down and eat you."
"Uh-uh."
"I could pull your panty crotch to the side and fill you with my
cock."
"Mmm, which hole would you fill?" she cooed.
I smiled. "What are my choices?"
Beth laughed. "My ass and my...my...."
"Say it!"
She looked so serious now. "It sounds so bad."
"Say it!" I said quite firmly.
"And my cunt," she blurted, her face turning a bright shade of red.
"Say it again, Beth. Tell me what you want me to do."
"I want you to fuck them both--my asshole and my cunt!" She closed
her eyes, obviously embarrassed with herself. This boldness was new
territory for her. We had come a long way in just a few short
months.
"If I can't do them both, which would you choose?"
"I...I guess my pussy." She pressed her crotch tightly against the
erection in my pants.
"And what would you do for me?"
"Do I have to say it?" she said in a pleading voice.
"Yes," I replied.
"I would suck your cock and...."
"Yes?"
"And lick your balls....even your asshole if you want me to." Her
face was really red now.
"Undo my belt buckle and unzip my trousers, Beth. Take my cock out
and look at it." She licked her lower lip, sensuously, as she slid
her body down mine until she was kneeling on the floor in front of
me. There was a wild, wanton look on her face. The thought passed
my mind for the briefest of seconds that I had created an insatiable
monster these past few days. She seemed always ready for getting it
on now, alone or in front of others, with me or with one of my
friends (male or female).
Before touching the belt, she leaned forward and kissed the area of
the pants that bulged with my manhood. "I love to see your cock,
your beautiful cock," she sighed as she moved her fingers to my belt
buckle and deftly undid it. The waist button was next. Then, using
the fingers of her left hand to hold the waist band in place, she
drew the zipper down with her right hand, slowly freeing my cock from
the tight confinement of my trousers.
"And what do we have here?" she smiled, parting the front halves of
my pants and pulling them over my hips and then down my legs, leaving
me clad in a shirt and underpants. I looked down at her; her eyes
were fixed on the swelling in my shorts. The palms of her hands went
to my hips. She licked her lips again.
"An old friend of yours," I said.
"A close friend of mine," she retorted.
"How do you greet closed friends?"
"Mmm," she sighed, "with a kiss....with a nice, soft kiss...." She
moved her fingers to the waist band of my shorts and slowly drew the
material over the head of my skyward pointing cock, only far enough
to expose the flared cockhead, red and waiting.
She leaned her head forward and planted a soft, dispassionate kiss on
the exposed cockhead, a kind of "How-nice-to-see-you-again" kiss.
She then pulled her head back and, staring right at my tumescent
member, slowly drew the shorts all the way down, pulling them from
side to side until they rested at my thighs, the moved them the rest
of the way down in one smooth motion. I stepped out of the pants and
shorts which had encircled my feet and kicked the clothes to the
side.
I felt really sexy, standing in front of Beth with my shirt-tail to
either side of my standing sword. The way she affectionately stared
at it made me feel good. "You have a beautiful cock," she whispered.
"Thank you."
"You know, if we weren't such good friends, I would pay you good
money to let me suck it for you."
"How much?" I laughed.
"It's priceless," she sighed.
"I'll have it bronzed," I quipped.
"Oh, no! It wouldn't be the same. It's not only the hardness, it's
the texture, the color, the feel...."
"Still, it's only a cock. There are millions of others like it."
"Mmm. But this one is my cock!" She grasped the middle of the shaft
in the palm of her right hand and squeezed it, causing the head to
flare even more.
"Look how red it gets when I squeeze it!"
"I guess that sort of normal, Beth."
"Does it stay all red like that when it's in my mouth....or my
pussy...or my...ass....?"
"I really can't say, and I don't know if there's really a way to find
out. I mean, I can't see it when it's inside you."
"Do you think if I sucked on it a little, and then pulled it
out--real quick--if it was red when I pulled it out it would have
been red when it was inside my mouth?"
I was beginning to become impatient with her joking around. "Why
don't you just try it," I said, trying to sound as exasperated as
possible.
"My, aren't we becoming testy," she said with just a slight smile.
"I hate to waste a hard-on," I said.
Beth looked lovingly at the still erect shaft. "It will never go to
waste as long as I'm around." She looked up at me, with those
puppy-dog eyes of hers, which seemed more full of the devil now than
I had ever seen. She licked her lips, sensuously. I gulped,
anticipating that those thick lips soon be wrapped around my cock.
Her gaze went on for several moments. Finally, I lost my patience.
"Suck me, please," I begged.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a broad smile, pulling the
cockhead down until it was almost perpendicular to my body. I
watched her lips form the familiar 'O' I longed for. I wanted to
plunge myself into her, but decided to wait and let her do all the
work. After all, I had waited long enough.
The wait, dear reader, was more than worth it. I don't know whom she
had been practicing on, and I didn't care. I just closed my eyes and
enjoyed the pure, sweet ecstasy of the moment. She began with
something she never done before--using the tip of her tongue to rim
my pee-hole. She continued that for about a minute, changing only
the amount of pressure she applied to the endeavor or the rhythm of
her tongue, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Finishing that, she
began sucking the entire cockhead, once more varying the pace of her
actions. Sometimes, she sucked so hard on the morsel of meat her
cheeks were almost completely caved in. The feeling was utterly
fantastic.
She stopped for a moment, letting my cock slide our of her mouth,
across her lower lip, where I watched a thin strand of her saliva
jump from her lip to my cock. She looked up at me again. "You
like?"
"I like," I replied. "I like very much."
She simply smiled and opened her lips once more. This time she drew
the penis all the way inside her mouth, coating it with a copious
amount of her saliva. At the same time, she placed her fingers under
my balls, cupping them gently, feeling their weightiness, balancing
one and then the other. Then she did something else she had never
done--she took the cock out of her mouth and went right for my left
testicle, sucking it softly into her mouth and running the tip of
tongue all over it. I groaned loudly from the pure pleasure of her
action.
Having devoured one testicle, she went to work on the other, sucking
it back and forth, teasing it with her tongue, nibbling on it ever so
gently. Then she got brave--she opened her mouth as wide as she
could and took my entire sack inside it, resuming her sucking and
licking, working the tip of her tongue between the testicles. She
kept it up for a good five minutes, non-stop, while I revelled in the
absolute sexual enjoyment of it.
When she stopped and looked up at me once more, I am certain she
could tell I was beside myself. "You're fucking fantastic!" I
gasped.
"Turn around!" she commanded. Her face had a look of pure desire.
I turned, showing her my hairy butt. I could feel her eyes on my
nakedness. "Bend over a little and spread your cheeks apart!" she
ordered.
I opened my legs a bit more, for balance, then bent at the waist and
moved my hands to my backside. She had never seen my most private
area, nor had she expressed any interest in it, at least up until
now. I felt funny, prying my ass cheeks apart, exposing my anus to
her.
"Hold still," she whispered, then moved her head forward and began
kissing, ever so softly, the inside of the splayed crack of my ass,
being careful to avoid, at least for the present, the puckered ring
so near her lips. She used her tongue to lick the entire length of
my crack, back and forth, perhaps a dozen or more times, each time
stopping just short of the anus. She seemed to be working up the
nerve to do something she had never done before (though Ellen had
already done it to her).
Her tonguing of my ass crack would have been enough if she lad lost
her nerve. I could have turned and pulled her up to me, pulled her
panties down, and stuck it to her. That alone would have been most
enjoyable. I had almost given up on a rim job when Beth reached
around to my front and grasped my cock, slowly stroking it. Almost
simultaneously, she pursed her lips and surrounded my anus with them.
I moaned loudly. The feeling was stupendous!
At first, she merely kissed the puckered opening, building up more of
her nerve with each passing moment. My continuous moans told her I
was really enjoying her work. The dual sensation of a hand job and
an anal kiss was as pleasurable a time I had had sexually in many
years. I didn't want it to ever stop. But the best was yet to come!
Beth's tongue moved out of her mouth slowly, almost imperceptibly. It
took me several seconds to realize that the tip of her tongue was
actually tickling my anus. Her movements were subtle, calculated to
increase my pleasure by the tiniest of degrees. Had she just plunged
her tongue into me, the sensations wouldn't have been so agonizingly
wonderful. What she was doing was leading me, in her own way,
millimeter by millimeter, into an ecstasy I had never known.
Then she did another thing that no woman had ever done to me until
now--she actually sucked my anus into her mouth! "AHHHHHHHH!" I
cried out. The feeling was exquisite, exquisite beyond any words I
can use to describe it. I know she had never done this to anyone,
yet the pleasures she was giving me paled before everything else that
had ever happened to me sexually.
When she began to slowly work the tip of tongue into the center of my
anal opening, to begin the actual rimming of my asshole, I thought I
would faint from the sheer enjoyment of it. I could actually feel my
ring expanding as her tongue went deeper and deeper into me. Women
had tried to do similar things to me in the past, but none came close
to Beth was doing to me now. Not satisfied with having penetrated
me, she soon began pistoning her tongue in and out of my anus with
varying rhythms and speeds. I derived the greatest pleasure when she
kind of wiggled her tongue as it moved forward into my lower rectum.
She was insatiable once more, unrelenting in her desire to feed her
tongue into my greedy asshole. I knew the exquisite pleasures she
was giving me, from front and back, would soon take their toll, and
it did. "Beth! I'm going to come!" I cried.
Instead of relaxing, she pumped my cock faster and drove her tongue
further into me than I would have thought possible. I shall never
forget the unbelievable feeling of my asshole contracting around her
tongue as I came in torrents, spilling my sperm on the linoleum floor
below. Having spent, I literally dropped to the floor in a tired
heap, completely exhausted.
Beth excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she cleaned up
and returned. She had taken the time to fix herself up,
straightening out her sweater, refastening her bra, and pulling her
skirt back into place. I started to get up, but she knelt beside me
for a briefly and whispered in my ear, "You're not done yet." Her
breath smelled of mouthwash.
I turned over on my back, wearing only my shirt, my cock at half-
staff. She smiled as she cradled my head in her right arm. "I'm not
done yet," I repeated, my face turning quizzical.
"Don't you have something for me?" she whispered.
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know." She gently eased my head to the floor and stood
up. From my prone position, I had a worms-eye view of the world, and
that world included a perfect look right up her blue denim skirt, all
the way to the white-pantied crotch. Not satisfied that I could see
all that she was willing to show me, she shifted her legs to either
side of my head, straddling it, improving my vantage. The picture
was delightful!
"I like the view from here," I said.
Looking down at me, she smiled, wickedly. "I'll bet you do. Most
men would give their left testicle to be where you are." Her hands
were on her hips. She was queen of the mountain. Was I her willing
slave?
"Why am I getting the view for free? Do I have to give up my
testicle?" Beth's panties were caught in her crotch, offering me a
nice look at the outline of her cuntal crack.
"It's not for free, you'll have to pay for it, but I need your balls
for other things."
"I'm broke. I can't pay for it."
"You don't need money--just stick out your tongue." I played her
silly game, sticking my tongue out.
Beth sing-songed a little, "Open you mouth and close your eyes and
you will get a big surprise!" I hadn't heard it since I was five
years old. I opened my mouth, allowing my tongue to wag like a worm
on a hook. Who knows what kinds of fish might swim in these waters!
I refused to close my eyes, however. Giving up this view would be
pure torture.
Beth hiked her dress well up her bare, white legs, exposing even more
of the front and back of her silky, white panties. I felt my loins
begin to stir once more as my cock, as if on cue, began to spring
back to life. "Mmm, we seem to be growing bigger again!" she
exclaimed, her eyes fastened on my growing member.
"Reflexive action," I acknowledged.
"Play with it," she said, quite nonchalantly. At first I didn't
comprehend what she had asked me to do.
"Excuse me?"
"Play with your cock--make it nice and hard for me," she said, this
time with a voice barely above a whisper.
I didn't need much encouragement. No matter what I did, I knew I
would be the recipient of some great sex. Our relationship was
filled with that now, and I loved every moment. I grasped my cock in
my left hand and began milking it, slowly, while I looked up and
enjoyed the lovely sights between her legs.
"Squeeze it more tightly," she husked. "Keep your tongue out!"
If my hand stroking my now almost fully erect penis was a catalyst
for more sex, my tongue was the bait, and Beth knew it. Ever so
slowly, without taking her eyes from me masturbatory activities, she
began to lower her ass and crotch closer and closer to my face as she
worked herself into a squatting position. Her widening legs pulled
the pantie crotch out of her cuntal crack and spread the reinforced
silk to either side of her crotch. Only a few dark brown curls
peeked out of the sides of the white material.
"Move your hand faster," she husked. "I like to watch you jerk off."
I obeyed her, increasing the speed of my hand on my shaft, not
feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment. To the contrary, I kind
of enjoyed putting on a little show for her. If that's what turned
her on, I would do it forever. She moved her crotch even closer to
my waiting face, stopping sort of plastering me with her sex. I
could smell her now, that familiar odor of pungent womanhood I had
come to love.
"Is your tongue still out?" she asked, unable to see my face anymore
with her skirt in the way.
"Yes," I replied.
"Good, don't move it. I am going to fuck your tongue," she
whispered. I was somewhat surprised by her crudity, but anything
that Beth said or did now. She reached her left hand between her
squatting legs and grasped the edge of her crotch with her fingers.
In one quick motion, she pulled the panty crotch to the other side,
baring her curls and the pink, gaping slit. The entrance to her
moisture-laden vagina was wide-open and inviting. I continued
stroking my tumescent cock.
"What do you want to do to me?" she asked.
"I want to eat you."
"What do you want to eat?"
I could tell she wanted me to talk dirty to her. I could almost tell
by the sound of her voice when needed a little vocal stimulation. "I
want to eat your pussy."
"Where does your tongue go?"
"In your cunt. In your beautiful cunt," I replied.
"Where else?"
I gulped. She was leading me on now. "In your ass, if you want me
to." Since she had already done it to me, reciprocating might be
fun. "Do I have a choice?"
"No," she replied. "The choice is mine. Your choice was to bring me
here this weekend and turn me inside out. I'm a totally different
woman now than I was two days ago. There is nothing I wouldn't do."
Whatever her choice was, I wanted her to make it soon. Her womanly
smells were intoxicating me; I was like a dog in heat. "Let me suck
your cunt, Beth!" I pleaded.
In an instant, she smothered me with her hairy crotch, pressing her
sex against my face, covering my nose and lips and cheeks with the
copious flows of her cunt. I shoved my tongue into her vagina like a
man possessed. She screamed out loud and began moving her crotch in
a slow, sexy, circular motion over my ensconced tongue, spreading
more of her juices over my face.
As I felt for every nook and cranny inside the warm, dark opening, I
felt her unbuttoning my shirt. As I tongued her for all I was worth,
she pulled my shirt to the side, having unbuttoned it completely, and
began scratching my chest lightly with her fingernails. I knew I
couldn't come again, so soon, but I stroked my cock frantically,
knowing Beth was watching my every move.
It was one of the most pleasant pussy-eating experiences I had ever
known. Beth continued to churn her crotch over my face while I
tongued her slit with increasing vigor and enthusiasm, causing her to
make all sorts of animalistic sounds.
Then, almost as soon as it had started, it stopped. Beth pushed
herself into a standing position and moved off slightly to the side,
removing the glorious worms-eye view I had had of her now steaming
crotch. Her completely flushed face was somewhat contorted; I could
almost see her mind racing with sexual thoughts.
"Follow me!" she ordered, then turned and walked toward the living
room.
Shedding my shirt which she had thoughtfully unbuttoned, I followed
her. Her skirt had fallen back into place; I admired the way it fit
over her tight little ass. I felt odd, me being entirely naked and
her being entirely clothed, as we moved into the living room. As she
turned to face me, I stopped. Her eyes darted immediately to my
erection.
"Come closer to me," she commanded. I felt like I was completely
under her power.
As I neared her, she brought her eyes to my face. Our eyes met.
Using only my thoughts, hoping that somehow she could read my mind, I
told her I wanted to fuck her brains out. Her lips broke into an
understanding smile. "Strip me," she said. "Make me naked for you."
I wasted no time in moving my hands to the bottom of her sweater. I
drew it swiftly upward, over her head, then up and over her raised
hands. Throwing it on a nearby chair, I turned my attention back to
her. I had seen sexier bras, and I had seen cups that were filled
much more, but Beth knew how much I adored her bite-sized breasts and
super-sensitive nipples. I moved closer to her and put my arms
around her back, quickly locating the hooked strap. In the process,
my erection brushed lightly against her skirt-covered thigh.
I fumbled slightly with the catch, then finally unhooked it. Beth's
girlish tits sprang into view as she bra slid down her arms onto the
floor, falling like a handkerchief. Her pink nipples were already
elongated, looking so inviting in the center the darker areola. I
wanted to suck them immediately, but wanted her naked even more.
The denim skirt had no belt. There was a button just under her tummy
and a zipper beneath, somewhat like a man's. I put one hand inside
the waist band of the skirt as Beth obligingly held her stomach in,
while I used my free hand to unbutton and unzip her. The material
parted into a wide 'V', exposing her upper abdomen and the top of her
white panties. I pushed the skirt downward, over her hips, past the
bikini-styled undies, then watched it fall of its own accord in a
circle around her feet.
When my cock accidentally brushed against Beth's now bare thigh, she
looked up at me and grinned, sheepishly. "It gets in the way
sometimes," she said with a slight smile, lowering her head to gaze
upon it once more.
I admired the fullness of her pubic region, how her mons veris seemed
to fill her panties so completely. She was one of the few women I
had known who really knew how to carry themselves when they were
naked. It was perfectly natural to her that I placed my thumb inside
the waistband of her tightly clinging silky-whites and drew them over
her hips. I knelt I one knee to complete the task of lowering them
to her feet where she helped me shed them for her.
I remained kneeling, for the moment, my face inches from Beth's now
naked abdomen, and gazed upon the delicate beauty of the thick patch
of dark brown curls which adorned her pubic region. I felt her hand
touch the top of my head and thought she was going to pull my face
into the curly forest. Surely she knew I was admiring her treasures
there.
Instead, she whispered, "Stand up, I want to feel you next to me."
We had one thing in common--an appreciation of the joy one feels when
one naked person embraces a similarly undressed person. The feeling
of thigh meeting thigh, the hardness of the erection against the
softness of the female abdomen, the sensation of a woman's pubic
hairs pressing against your leg, the joy of her breasts flattened
against your chest, gave strong sexual urges to the both of us.
"I love you," I whispered. It was the first time I had told her so.
"I love you, too." We kissed, timidly at first, then with increasing
intensity as we pushed our abdomens into one anothers.
"I like you naked," I said into her mouth, not even breaking the
kiss.
"You're so hard!" she husked, pressing her pubis even harder into
mine in order to punctuate her statement. "I want you to fuck me so
bad."
"Let's go to the sofa," I suggested.
"I want you to do something first."
"What's that?"
"Do you remember what Ellen did to me?"
"You mean last night?"
"Yes," she demurely replied, her head lowered in embarrassment.
"How could I forget," I said.
"Would you do that for me, too? I think I would like that." She
closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. It was a sensual gesture,
partly out of shyness.
"You mean to spank you or to use my tongue on your anus?"
Beth blushed, profusely. Her eyes looked pensive. "How about both?"
she finally blurted.
I smiled. "If you want me to."
"I want," she said, her voice soft as the morning. "I'm clean there;
I washed extra good all over when I took a shower earlier."
"I wasn't worried about it," I said with a slight smile.
She broke our embrace and turned 180 degrees, facing away from me.
It was obvious that she wanted me to examine the cute little buns
that I would soon be enjoying. "Kneel on the sofa cushion," I
implored, then watched her walk on padded feet to the
velvet-cushioned settee. Her ass looked particularly inviting as she
mounted the sofa, planting her knees on the cushion.
She turned her head to the side and looked back at me. "Like this?"
she asked.
"Poke your buns out more," I suggested. "That's it....and open your
legs just a little....Good....Oh, Beth, your ass is exquisite."
She giggled like a teenager. "Are you sure you want to go through
with this, David?"
"I'm sure," I replied. "Open yourself up for me."
She threw a furtive glance my way as I moved closer to her, my
hard-on raging. "You mean...."
Interrupting her in mid-sentence, I said, quite firmly, "I mean
spread your ass cheeks--now!"
She blushed once more, turning her head away from me, facing the
front. Her hands moved to her delectable buns. She mumbled
something unintelligible as she used four fingers of each hand to pry
apart the two globes. There was her anus once more, round, puckered,
crinkled, light pink in color. It seemed so tight, I wondered how I
was ever able to take her there last night.
"This is a little embarrassing," she said with a nervous twinge in
her voice.
"You weren't embarrassed when Ellen opened you up back there. I got
a real nice view then, you know."
She giggled nervously again. "It's a little different when someone
is standing directly behind you with a big erection."
I laughed. "Do you want me to fuck you there again?"
"Mmm. What a nice idea! But I would like you to do some other
things first."
My mind raced. "Like what?"
"Do you remember how Ellen spanked me?"
"Of course."
"I want you to make it hurt even more."
I looked at her, wide-eyed. "She was spanking you pretty hard. It
would be difficult for me to...."
"You have a belt on your pants?" she interrupted.
I couldn't believe my ears. "Yes," I replied.
"Use it!" she begged.
At first I thought she was kidding, but the look in eyes, that
assertive glance, told me different. "You want me to whip you with
my belt?" I asked, somewhat incredulously.
"If you don't want to...."
"Oh, no," I interjected. "I just wanted to understand what you were
saying."
"If I need to make it more obvious, I will. I want you to use you
belt on my ass. Double it up in your fist and wail away. I really
want you to, David." She was doing more than pleading, she was
begging. I bent down and picked up my pants, then drew the leather
belt through the loops. Beth looked back at me, still blushing, as I
doubled the inch-wide leather in my hand.
"How hard?" I asked.
"As hard as you want," she husked.
"What if the others come in?"
She smiled, wickedly. "Won't they be surprised!!!" She arched her
back and presented her lovely buns. They were mine to do whatever I
wanted with.
I watched Beth bite her lower lip, nervously. She looked at me once
more. "Don't hold back," she whispered. "I want it to hurt."
I had no idea how badly she wanted it to hurt. When I drew my arm
back and gave her what I thought was a fairly good whack with the
leather belt, right across the center of her ass, she jumped slightly
and gave out with a quick, shrill cry. Her buns rippled slightly,
and a red welt appeared instantly.
"Mmm, that's nice," she said, quite matter-of-factly. "Can you do it
a bit harder?"
"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.
"It gives me a nice glow, David. It doesn't hurt that bad; it sort
of hurts nice," she laughed.
She had to be serious. She really didn't want me to hold back. My
fear of hurting her too much was pretty much overcome by her seeming
indifference to the first stroke against her split pumpkin. "If I
didn't double it up, it would sting like hell," I told her.
"No, not yet. Work me up to it, slowly. Show me how strong you are
with the belt like that first."
"All right. It's your rear end." I reached back and gave her
another good, hard lash. The loud crack of leather against flesh
resounded throughout the room. She screamed again, louder this time.
I knew it had to have hurt her more than the first one.
She was breathing quite heavily now, waiting for the pain in her ass
cheeks to turn to the glowing tingle she yearned for. "That's
better," she said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out.
"Whew! What a glow!"
"Your buns are starting to turn red as a beet," I said.
"I know. I can feel the heat! I hope you're enjoying this as much
as I am."
I admitted to myself that it was sort of fun letting out some of
pent- up aggressions and nervousness. "I hope you don't get mad at
me later for doing this."
Beth laughed. "The only time I'll get mad is if you get wimpy or
scared and start to hold back. Can you do it just a teensy bit
harder?"
"You're a glutton for punishment," I quipped.
"I guess I am. Turn up the heat, baby!"
This time I held nothing back, driving the belt across her lower ass
with such force that as she screamed she lunged forward into the
sofa. Her ass rippled like crazy. She quickly brought the palms of
her hands to the glowing fire at her backside, trying to rub and
soothe the pain away.
"Oh, that one hurt!" she blurted.
"I was afraid it was getting too much," I said apologetically.
"Hey, who said it was too much. That's just about right. You're not
going to believe this, but that last one made me cum just a little.
This is fantastic!"
"What kind of a monster have I created this weekend?"
Beth laughed, despite the pain that was still burning her buttocks.
"A very sexual one," she replied. "Of course, if you can't do it,
there's always Bill...."
I think she made the last comment to stir me up. She was really
asking for it now. Without telling her, I let the belt loop drop
from my hand, watching the double strand become one. I knew this one
would sting like hell. "Move your hands away from your ass!" I
ordered.
Even as she moved her hands off of her gorgeous ass, I was moving my
arm back and taking aim at the delectable, perfectly rounded globes.
This time I heard the belt whistle through the air just before it
landed sharply across the sensitive backs of her thighs. The crack
of leather against skin and ear-piercing scream melded into one. The
force of the stroke caused her to fall on her side crying "AHHHHHH!
OHHHHHH!" between labored breaths.
"Do you still want Bill?" I shouted over her cries.
"I was just kidding. OH! My legs are on fire! OH! That one hurt
like hell!"
I think I was finally getting to her. She wasn't nearly as uppity
now. I was in control of the situation at last. "Get back up on
your knees. Present yourself!" I commanded.
She literally dragged herself back to a kneeling position, then bent
at the waist and arched her back, raising her ass invitingly upward
once more. The last stroke had left an ugly red welt across the
backs of her thighs. "Do you want more?" I shouted.
"I....I don't know. It hurts like the dickens," she whimpered.
I figured she had had enough. There would be other times for me to
test her threshold of pain. I knew what she liked now, what she
needed. My erection needed something of its own right now. I moved
directly behind her. "Open your legs wider!"
Obediently, she spread her legs wider, gaping her fig. "You're not
going to whip my pussy!" she cried.
"I should, to teach you a lesson, but I have other plans for you.
Reach back between your legs with your hand." I watched her hand pop
out between her parted legs. I bent my knees slightly and eased my
cock into her waiting fingers. She grasped me tightly, then stroked
the tumescent pole.
"I love your cock," she husked.
"Put it in your cunt," I demanded. It was the first time she had
ever heard me refer to her sex in such vulgar terms.
"I'd like for you to do my ass," she begged.
"I intend to. I need your pussy for lubrication. Put it in!" Beth
pulled the phallus toward her gaping pussy, centered it beneath her
vagina, then helped me ease it into her. Her hole was as hot as I'd
ever known it!
"Oh, David, that feels nice! I want you deep inside me, baby. All
the way in!" I shoved myself all the way inside her, to the hilt,
pressing my pubic hairs against hers, allowing them to mingle.
"Oh, David, that feels nice! I want you deep inside me, baby. All
the way in!" I shoved myself all the way inside her, to the hilt,
pressing my pubic hairs against hers, allowing them to mingle with
hers, working my pubic bone against her clitoral area. She pushed
her sex against me, straining to arouse her clit. I pumped her,
slowly at first, then increased the rhythm, then decreased it.
Sometimes I shoved it deep inside and held it there while she bucked
her vagina up and down on it, while other times I rode the crest of
her undulating hips as we fucked in unison.
The weekend had changed Beth. She was no longer reticent about
saying what she wanted or doing things she probably would not have
dreamed of doing only a few weeks ago. Our relationship had changed
also. I knew now that she would find nothing wrong with my making
love to some other girl in front of her, nor would I find fault if
she wanted to screw my best friend. We both knew we would always
come back to each other. As I fucked her, I felt a closeness that I
hadn't felt in a long, long time.
"Are you going to fuck my ass, or not?" she said with a slight laugh,
but I knew she wasn't kidding.
"What's your hurry? You feel great right here!" I exclaimed,
stuffing her box once more, knowing that my teasing her would make
her want me in her other opening all the more.
"You promised, David," she husked as her breathing became
conspicuously heavier. She was almost begging.
"Reach back and open yourself up for me," I ordered, then watched her
hands move to her lower ass cheeks and obediently pry the two halves
apart, exposing the crinkled 'O' to my leering eyes.
"More," I insisted. "The wider you spread, the better I'll make you
feel."
She felt no inhibitions whatsoever about showing me her most private
of areas. She seemed eager to put her anus on display, and did she
ever! Using primarily the middle fingers of each hand, she pressed
into either side of the rosebud and spread the petals apart. "Like
this?" she asked.
"That's nice, Beth. I like that. I've never seen you so open."
"I'm opening it for your cock, David. Your beautiful, beautiful
cock. It's hungry for you inside there. Please put it in. Please!"
I withdrew my glistening manhood from Beth's steaming pussy while she
continued to expose my next target. I moved the head of my cock
between the widely opened ass cheeks and touched the splayed anus
with the cockhead. "AHHH!" cried Beth at the first touch of my
member there.
"It seems awful tight," I said.
"I can take it. I don't care if it hurts. Just put it in slowly.
Oh, yes....slowly....AHHHH! I can feel it going inside me, David!"
I began taking her asshole, millimeter by millimeter. "UH! It hurts
just a little!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Please!" she cried simultaneously with a loud breath. "Just
keep easing it like you are. OH! It feels so big, so fucking big!"
I watched the cockhead slowly move into the expanding sphincter,
while Beth moaned and groaned. She kept her hips quite still, making
me do all the work. Finally, I saw the head become completely
swallowed by the tight anal mouth. "The head is in!" I triumphantly
exclaimed.
"Oh, shit, does that feel good! Even the pain feels good, David. It
hurts so nice! How does it feel to you, baby?"
"Tight, tight, tight!" I continued my upward pressure, feeling the
anus tighten its grip on me as my shaft inched into the sensational
opening. Beth was beside herself once more, making those purely
animalistic sounds I had come to learn were the precursors of a
building orgasm. I was half-way in now, and she was moaning softly,
from deep within her throat.
The remaining part of the journey deep into Beth's soft-tissued
rectum was a piece of cake. With the sphincter relaxing with each
passing moment, the path yielded no resistance. Still, she did not
move, allowing me the pleasure of filling her completely before doing
anything herself. The excursion into her ass was pure ecstasy!
Before I knew it, my pubic hairs were pressing flat against her anal
region.
"It's in all the way, Beth," I said with a sound of satisfaction in
my tone.
"I can't tell you how fucking good it feels. Oh, baby! I never knew
it could be like this!"
I felt her anus contract once or twice around the shaft. "Mmm, I like
that," I whispered.
"David, I want to try something. Do you know how I can sort of milk
your cock with my pussy? You know, squeezing it while you're inside
me?"
"Yes."
"I want to try it with my ass. It might even be easier because I can
squeeze you tighter with my anus."
Who was I to argue with such logic. "What do you want me to do?" I
asked.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am going to do it all for you."
She let go of the cheeks she had been spreading, letting the soft
flesh encompass my ensconced prick. "Just stay perfectly still and
enjoy."
An enjoy I did! During the next five or ten minutes, Beth treated me
to the most fantastic sex I had ever known! As I remained unmoving,
she started to work her impaled ass over my cock, up and down, from
side to side, back and forth, in a slow, sexy circular pattern, all
the while expanding the rubbery portal which had now accommodated my
phallus. Then she did something no woman had ever done to me--she
worked the shaft all the way into her hot rectum and, once she had
done that, began contracting the anal muscle upon it with ever
tightening grips.
To make matters ever better, she began contracting her anus like that
in sensual movements all the way up the shaft, using an upward
shifting of her hips to kind of draw me into her slightly, and then
milking the sword with her contractions. It was like a blow job with
her asshole! The sensations, as she moved her tightening anus
upward, were, to put it mildly, unfuckingbelievable!
I had thought she had done everything to me that could be done until
she found my cockhead with her anus. The milking stopped and the
nibbling began! She worked the elastic hole over the head with such
perfect control I might have thought she was using her lips instead
of her asshole. Little by little, her efforts began to throw me into
a tizzy.
"I'm going to come, Beth!" I shouted.
"Okay, baby! I'll help you. Let it happen! Come inside my ass! I
want to feel it inside me!"
She worked her nibbling asshole around me and simultaneously began to
slowly piston herself upon my engorged cock, moving up and down over
the imbedded member while tightening and loosening her sphincter.
That did it! With a loud "AHHHHHH!" I exploded into her in jet after
jet of sweet, glorious cum as I coated the soft rectal tissues with
my hot sperm.
We both fell onto the sofa, on our sides, with my cock still in her
ass. Every once in a while, as I slowly came down from the greatest
sexual high I had ever known, Beth would tighten her sphincter around
my deflating member, a gentle reminder of what she had just done to
me. I embraced her like that, in spoon fashion, for a long time, in
silence, planting soft kisses on her neck as I cupped her right
breast in my hand and gently kneaded the pliant flesh.
Like the other night, my cock sort of plopped out of her ass from
sheer exhaustion. It was a signal for her to turn her body all the
way around until we were facing each other. She plastered the front
of her warm body against mine, throwing her arms around my back and
squeezing me tightly.
I looked into her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. She didn't have to
tell me how much she had enjoyed our last scene; it was written all
over her face. With the fingertips of my right hand, I smoothed away
some hair from her brow. "You're fantastic," I whispered.
Beth smiled. "I'm still tingling inside my ass. Even my pussy
remembers you," she laughed.
"I hope so," I smiled.
"You can do anything you want to me, David. Anything. Any time you
want. My ass, my pussy, my mouth--they're yours." I felt her
breasts flattened against my chest. She began lightly scratching the
back of my neck with her fingernails, then pressed her pubis into
mine, entwining our hairs there.
"And you can do anything you want to me, Beth. You don't have to
ask. If you feel like doing it, anywhere, just do it."
"Won't the supermarket manager get upset?" she laughed.
"Only because he's not getting any!"
"Mmm," she said with a bright, sexy smile, "Maybe I'll have to give
him some!"
I laughed. "As long as I get mine first."
"And last..." she whispered, moving her soft lips to mine and kissing
me with a warm, gentle, passion that belied her more aggressive
sexuality, but gave evidence of her love for me.
It was a weekend we would never forget.
THE END