textfiles/sex/EROTICA/A/analbeth.txt

     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!"
       Now that I had discovered this side of Beth, or should I say
the backside of Beth, I knew that I would want to take her anally,
and often, again. Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her warning
was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to keep from
spilling my seed inside her.
     My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but
gone, Beth began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern,
while my ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently
followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly piston my
manhood. The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both
of us to a high we had never before known.
     Beth was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic
instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she
developed a far different attitude toward our love-making. Outside
of a few "dirty" words like "fuck" or "suck", said in the heat of
passion to titillate me, she had never been one to be vocal about
her needs--until now! "OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass!
I love it in my ass! Oh, David, it feels so good!"
     Her voice could be heard through the house. "Hey," I said
softly, "the others will hear you."
     "Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!"
     Her immodest exclamations, within earshot of the others, drove
me to a new frenzy. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my
cock in and out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete abandon.
She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen,
snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into
the dark abyss.
     My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted
to feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her
turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my
hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this
final, almost desperate gesture, that seemed to do the trick. "I'm
coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! YESSSSSSS!"
     Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume
from her orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her
with spurt after spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a
doubt, one of the best fucks I had had in long time. I hoped she
felt the same way.
     We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from
her. I just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole,
feeling every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only
served to remind me of what we had just done. Finally, my limp
member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner
right thigh, still wet from my spending.
     Beth turned her naked body completely around until we were
belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back
and held me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs
mingling. "That was great," she whispered sexily.
     I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."
     "I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. I guess
I'm what you call anal-erotic."
     I laughed. "Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I
had come earlier?"
     She laughed also. "You'll never knew, my sweet David, will
you?"
     "I guess I never will." When our lips met, her tongue went
right for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly,
sensuously, creating that familiar stirring in my manhood that had
disappeared inside her wonderfully tight derriere.
     I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because
she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located
my semi- erect penis. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny
inside my eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.
     "Don't you ever quit?" I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.
     "Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to
your door," she quipped.
     "So you're equating a beautiful assfuck with a mousetrap?"
     "Sort of," she giggled. "I mean, show me a new way to get off,
like you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night,
wanting more."
     I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass
that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers,
prying them apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring back of the
sofa.
     "What are you doing, young man?"
     "I'm back at the doorstep again," I replied, searching for her
anal button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing
inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I
was eager to play back there again.
     "Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier
question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before
working her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.
     "I like your mousetrap," I said, pushing the tip of my finger
into the recently deflowered opening. Beth laughed at my feeble
attempt at humor.
     She was slowly masturbating my cock now, alternating the
squeezing with up and down movements of her hand. "I don't ever
remember him rising so quickly again," she whispered.
     Just then Ellen came down the stairs from the loft. I turned
around just in time to see her throwing a white terry-cloth robe
over her naked body. Her tits were quite a bit larger than Beth's,
but her nipples were actually smaller.
     "What the hell is going on down here?" asked Ellen.
     Beth laughed. "Did we wake you?"
     "All I could here was someone screaming 'Fuck me in the ass!'
Wouldn't that have awakened you?" She didn't seem mad, just
interested.
     "I told her to be quiet. Now I'm embarrassed," I said.
     Ellen laughed. "If you're as good as it sounded, there's
nothing to be embarrassed about. It would be a good idea to go wash
up, though, after something like that."
     I blushed. "You're right, will you please excuse me." I pried
myself away from Beth, then walked quickly past Ellen. I couldn't
help but notice that her eyes were on my erection.
     I washed thoroughly, even my balls and anus. I had no idea
what might happen the rest of the evening, but I wanted to be
prepared for anything. I dried myself by running a towel back and
forth between my legs, making sure I worked it well into my ass
crevice. When I returned to the living room, Ellen was seated on
the sofa next to Beth, who was still reclining on her side. Ellen
sat in such a way that she blocked my view of Beth's hairy pussy,
kind of facing her, her left forearm resting nonchalantly on Beth's
rib cage.
     Beth's left arm lay across Ellen's lap, kind of flopped there
for want of a better place to put it. Ellen's robe had ridden
pretty much up her legs, but she had the garment wrapped around in
such a way that her charms were well hidden from view. For
decency's sake, I held the towel I had been drying myself off with
in front of my crotch. My flag was at half- staff beneath the
towel.
     "Can I ask a personal question?" Ellen asked of Beth.
     "If you want," she replied.
     "Did it hurt?"
     Beth blushed profusely. I smiled. "You mean what he just did
to me with that monster cock of his?"
     "Uh-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 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 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.