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Backside Love
By Beth and Ellen (wraethuthu@hotmail.com)

***

It all starts as a weekend for two couples up in the 
mountains. But when one of the couples is discovered on 
the couch in the early morning hours having anal sex 
things soon become a foursome and quickly descend into 
one weekend-long orgy. (MF-couples, swing, voy, oral, 
anal, orgy)

***

Author's Note: If you can't separate fact from fiction, 
please go away! The following text was not written by 
me, it is fiction, and I am only reposting it. Be aware 
that possession of this text might be illegal if you 
are too young, too old or if there are seriously weird 
decency laws where you live.

***

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 cum. I 
feel close already."

"No! Please, don't cum 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 cum 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! FUCK!"

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 cum earlier?"

She laughed also. "You'll never know, 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 
cum 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 cum?"

"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 cum," 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.

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 pf 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 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 close 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 had 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 cum!" 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 panties-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 cum 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 another's.

"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 cum, Beth!" I shouted.

"Okay, baby! I'll help you. Let it happen! Cum 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.

END

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